A Clearing

Some storms never appear in the sky. They gather silently beneath the skin, carried by memory, fear, and emotional weight. The spreading ink becomes a map of an inner storm—uncontrolled, consuming, and impossible to outrun—while the fragile lines hold onto the human figure beneath it. Yet the untouched white space surrounding the figure remains open, suggesting that even in the midst of turmoil, there is room for breath, release, and the possibility of healing. This work exists in the fragile threshold between emotional collapse and renewal.