The Will to Resist

I didn’t make this to go viral. I made this to document the fracture.

This is my reckoning log. A trail of verses, screams, and half-laughed truths from the edge of a system that expects silence.

Call it a blog if you want. But know this:

I don’t write to soothe. I write to scream—into the void, through the laugh, and sometimes while hugging a damn tree.

There’s wisdom buried in the wreckage. Sarcasm wrapped around strategy. Chaos sharpened into reflection.

Expect fire. Expect the glitch. Expect the will to resist and survive.