Metamorphosis: The quiet becoming

The Quiet Becoming In the stillness of my room, I let my thoughts stretch beyond the limits they taught me. Wrapped in green—a color that feels like roots and rebirth—I sat with myself. No mirrors, no masks. Just the quiet rhythm of my breath and the soft murmur of truths I had buried. Here, I began to ask my own questions. Here, I began to answer them. I wasn’t lost—I was unfolding.