Fragments of Becoming

In the monochrome landscape of our inner world,
we are but sketches waiting to be colored—
raw, unfinished, wildly untamed.

These portraits scream a truth we know intimately:
transformation is not a gentle whisper,
but a thunderous rebellion against the self we’ve been told to be.

Trenches of Authenticity

Look at these faces—
Ink-splattered, defiant, emerging.
Each line a battle scar,
Each stray hair a declaration of resistance.

We don’t just walk through life,
We carve our path with broken expectations
and the sharp edges of our truest selves.

Manifesto

We are not meant to be smooth, polished narratives
We are raw drafts, constantly rewriting
Our journey is not linear
Our journey is a wild, messy becoming

Aesthetic of Resilience

These portraits—black and white, stark and unapologetic—
mirror our internal landscapes.
Freckled with doubt,
Lined with determination,
Wearing rebellion like a leather jacket.

“In the trenches of self-discovery,
we are both the warrior and the wound,
both the sketch and the artist.”

Language of Becoming

We speak in metaphors of transformation:

Broken becomes beautiful
Chaos becomes clarity
Vulnerability becomes strength

Our language is not apologetic.
It is a battle cry, a love letter to our unfolding selves.

Continuous Draft

Remember:
You are not a finished piece.
You are an ongoing revolution.

Yunas forevermore—
Unbound. Unbroken. Unfolding.

-Mitchell Royel

Trenches of Transformation