Love May ❤️

There are parts of us that spend years hidden beneath the surface. Quietly growing. Quietly waiting. Quietly asking to be seen. This is my unveiling. A gentle pulling back of the veil that once cloaked the pieces of myself I was afraid to reveal—the voice I kept quiet, the words I kept within, the art, the music, the wonder, the awkwardness, the softness, the questions, the love. Perhaps this is not so much an introduction as it is an opening. A door left ajar. A little light spil...