Velvet Claws I blamed the dark. I said I was lo

Velvet Claws I blamed the dark. I said I was lost. I said life was heavy. I said something out there was holding me back. It wasn’t out there. It was me. The fear. The doubt. The comfort in moving slow for the wrong reasons. Funny thing is — I write songs about sloths. Slow creatures. Quiet. Observing. People think slow means weak. They’re wrong. A sloth survives by patience. By holding on. By conserving strength until it matters. I had to learn the difference between hiding in stillness and growing in it. I was the monster at my own gate. And I was also the one who could break through it. Slow doesn’t mean stuck. Soft doesn’t mean powerless. Even velvet claws can tear through stone. This is what it sounds like to stop running from yourself — and start climbing forward.