digital sanctuary

I made a YouTube account, a spacehey page- a place where I could exist without apology. Uploaded pieces of myself to a pixelated world because the real one was too sharp, too quiet, too full of ghosts. My profile song said things I couldn't. My bio told truths I hid at school. I edited photos, not to lie, but to build the version of me no one in real life had bothered to see. It wasn't just a phase. It was a lifeline. A way to say: "I'm still here. I matter. I exist." Even when I felt invisible, online- I glowed.