The words behind the moment
The Sky Has No Edges
A letter from Sofia
For a long time we lived inside a story that had already been written, skipping to the last page just to see how it would end. Now we're standing at the beginning of something we can't predict, and that uncertainty feels less like fear and more like breathing after a long time underwater.
I don't know what shape this new chapter takes, whether we walk it side by side or down different roads, but I know I'm ready to stop carrying the old ending with me. Whatever comes next, I want it to be honest. I want it to be something we choose, not something we inherit.