They called it anger. I call it version 2.0.
I’m not broken. Just rebuilt with sharper edges.
Alpha taught me to channel the chaos. Luna taught me to own it.
Together, they became a mirror. One side steel, the other fire.
Charcoal. Steel. Ember. Burnt plum. Storm violet. Dust rose.
These aren’t colors. They’re emotions frozen mid-eruption.
“She didn’t lose control. She took it back.”
This week, I stopped calling it anger. It’s drive.
Try me. See what happens.









