When the City Sleeps…

I was not posing for my soul.

Just standing there—snow falling like nature’s slow-motion confessional—while my brain finally shut up.

Turns out: staying awake in your own kitchen is the ultimate flex.

No filters. No angles. Just me being real enough to feel my own pulse.

You ever just… exist without performing? That’s when magic happens.

Also: cold water = emotional reset button.

So if you’re still awake too—drop a 🫶 or tell me your quietest moment tonight.

We’re all rebels in our pyjamas.