Damian’s OE: Pieces of Me

I am not whole, yet I am complete. Every fragment, every line slicing through me tells a part of who I am. Behind this calm gaze lie tamed storms. My red lips? A scream I've turned into silence. The golden yellow? That’s my light, even when the world turns gray. And this flower… it’s not decoration, it’s proof. I’m a puzzle of emotions, memories, contrasts. See me in pieces, but understand me as a whole