What I Could Not Drown

I went into the water to forget. I thought the deeper I sank, the less of me would remain. But memory has no weight. It followed me down in folded shapes, delicate as paper, stubborn as grief. So I stopped trying to drown what hurt me. I let it swim beside me until I understood— some things survive because we carry them, not because we heal.

Chain

TEZOS

Network

Tezos

Contract

KT18ns6jmWSLxaTfnmgz8b9XjvNiFYcawk3c

Token ID

2