Hoodie

Sometimes forever is the inability to let go. You give someone so much of yourself that devotion starts to feel like disappearance.

This piece lives in that space between loving someone and losing yourself.

The conversation ends. What it left behind stays.

This piece is about the things you keep hearing after everyone else has gone quiet.

You see the evidence. You know what the truth is. But you keep choosing the story that lets you stay, because the truth would mean losing what you needed to believe in.

It is not about being foolish. It is about needing something to be real badly enough that you keep feeding the lie.

You keep calling something beautiful because admitting it has become lonely, unhealthy, or over would make it real. The garden stays alive in your head while the real thing quietly dies.

The lie is: if it still looks beautiful, it cannot be hurting me.