I was never meant to bloom in ordinary places.β¨The sea raised me π The moon kept my secrets π and the wind tangled itself in my hair until palms began to grow from my thoughts π¬οΈπ΄ People think this is a crown, but they are wrong. These palms are memories , of storms I survived, islands I left behind, and dreams that refused to leave me. I still stand between sunset and darkness, learning that even the wildest roots can turn into something beautiful. π€β¨