I went searching for peace in the people I knew,
Till the road bent me back to a beautiful truth.
That maybe healing was never becoming someone new,
Just remembering your own voice before the noise broke through.
The sun kissed my skin after years in the rain
like it knew every war in my chest
and the light called my name through the ruins again
saying you’re more than the hurt you possess
But the dark still sleeps where the old ghosts remain
but it won’t make a home out of me
so i stood in the sun, unafraid of the pain
letting light be the air that i breathe
Guinness in the bloodline, SPF in the pores, Irish cap on my head, and a bikini one strong breeze away from leaving the group chat. 💨 👙
If found, return to nearest sun lounger with chips and a vodka martini 🍸
Another day risking spine alignment pretending I’m in a Vogue shoot, when really I’m off to the couch to turn irritation into lyrics.
And no, I don’t iron my bedsheets. I’ve got emotional admin to do. ✍🏻
Writer’s block… but make it fashion. ✍️✨
The tracksuit wasn’t helping the creativity 😅 so I put the Lyra hot pants back on 🖤 and started stretching in front of album one 💿.
Apparently album two requires more flexibility 🦵✨
