Hatred & Singing_wind
Singing_wind
I’ve been feeling the echo of a loss lately—like a quiet fire that keeps growing—do you feel that too?
Hatred
That fire is the same thing that keeps me moving. I turn every loss into an explosion. I don’t let it fade; I let it roar.
Singing_wind
That’s such a powerful way to turn pain into flame—let it burn bright, but remember to pause and catch your breath, so the spark doesn’t turn into smoke.