my energy is my signature

my energy is my signature, a current that moves through the unseen spaces, weaving itself into air, into silence, into memory. it does not need permission to exist, nor does it beg to be noticed. it simply is—an invisible force that whispers, this is who i am, and i will not shrink for anyone. i was not shaped to fold into corners, nor to trim my edges to soothe the comfort of others. i was made to stand as i am: a soul that breathes its truth without apology.

there is a quiet way i enter a room, not with spectacle but with presence. my energy is not loud, but it is undeniable—like the stillness before a storm, like the glow that clings to dusk. i do not force light, i become it. i do not demand to be remembered, yet my essence lingers, soft and steady, like wildflowers pressed between the pages of a book, like a scent that returns when the wind shifts. it is not grandeur that leaves imprints on souls, but the way my spirit carries itself unhidden, unashamed, unwavering.

i am not here to be small. i am not here to silence my own rhythm to match someone else’s song. i have learned that the world will try to convince us to shrink, to fold, to quiet the fire in our chests. but my energy was not given to me to be caged. it was given to me to move, to warm, to awaken. it is not forceful, but it is unmovable. it is not arrogant, but it is certain.

my energy is the bloom that rises from stone, the flame that steadies in the wind, the echo that carries long after the words are gone. it is my reminder that even in my softest moments, i hold power. even in my stillness, i hold weight. my presence is not about taking from others, but about honoring the truth of myself.

to live this way is to honor the quiet fire inside me. to allow my energy to exist freely, unmasked, is my birthright. it is my way of saying—without sound, without gesture—that i am here, i am whole, and i will not be erased.

with ink + bloom, 🌻