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Start by peeling back the layers—like citrus rind under your nails, sharp and fragrant. Bitterness clings at first, but underneath? Juice. Sweetness. Sun-warmed possibility. Slide your hand across your own chest and whisper: this body is still worthy. Say it with a tongue slick from honey. Say it like it’s a recipe passed down through…

Now go.Your heart remembers the way.

There’s something meditative about a blinking cursor. It doesn’t judge, doesn’t interrupt. It waits. For a command. For a decision. For a path forward. When my life was in pieces—physically, emotionally, spiritually—I found solace in a terminal window. Bash became my safe space. Every sudo felt like reclaiming control. Every successful script was a small…

you don’t have my heart like a postcard or a poem.You got it like a scar—earned, aching, unforgettable. Not with chocolate box softness,but with grease-stained fingers and Jordan 1s on cracked concrete,with trains that sing lullabies in metal and motion. You are rhythm and rupture.A pulse in every pothole,a bassline in every boarded window,a sanctuary…