Thank you for everything

If you were there, you were part of the story If you weren’t, you were part of the lesson

Thank you… for showing up Thank you… for staying away Thank you… for every silence, every storm, every boot and regret in every form, every debate, every learning, every meaning, every doubt, every comment, every shadow. Thank you… for the laughter, for the moments Thank you.. for the darkest hours of my existence

Some words were blurred, some etched forever. To those who turned up, you became my sentences. To those who didn’t, you were the spaces in between, shaping up “my” meaning in absence.

I will see you in 2025 Bleed Ink.