life at first sleep. it's been having sleepless nights, trying to stay strong, but not every battle is meant to be fought. it wasn't built to bleed for each scar; some seams are meant to stay apart. but rebirth doesn't rise from holding too tight; it is okay to rest, it is okay to fall, it is okay to be still, to dim the light; sometimes, strength is knowing when to surrender the fight; for silence can be louder than any crown of speech, & still, it dares to take up space. jo
