My energy is a mix of a black cat and a golden labrador. I taste like black coffee mixed with hot chocolate. I am both the moon and the sun — a little midnight mystery, a little golden-hour warmth. I am a rainy day with a favourite song playing in the background, and a sunny afternoon filled with uncontrollable laughter. I look like a closed book but love like a handwritten letter. I am quiet chaos, soft edges, and a heart that feels a little too much. I crave solitude but bloom in the company of the right people. A little hard to read, a little too easy to love. Somewhere between leave me alone and please don't leave yet. I am not one thing; I am every version of myself I've ever been. A contradiction, perhaps. But never just one thing.