Collages

Enraged and ready to tear the whole world apart. This is what happens when you spend a lifetime being assigned softness. Being treated as an object. Being gaslighted. Having your pain go unnoticed.

Overflowing with emotions, overloaded with the need to perform — be gentle, be feminine, be beautiful, be giving. The vines covered in flowers erupt from within, spilling babies' eyes, fingers, and body parts.

Wear the shape they hand you. Keep it tight, keep it convincing, keep swallowing what doesn't fit. But nothing stays down forever. What's kept inside won't leave the way it entered - it tears its own way out.

Sometimes world seems so big and chaotic, I feel like a tiny hamster in the hands of a giant.