With noise and unfiltered

She was born among voices, with words etched onto her skin. Some caressed, others weighed her down. For years, she tried to sort out the noise, but the world spoke too loudly. Until one day she stopped pretending to be calm and allowed the colors of what she kept silent, what burned, what still waited, to emerge. And in the midst of the chaos, she discovered something fierce: her noise was not a wound; it was her way of existing.