Bloom is built on contradiction — beauty rising from a backdrop that was never meant to hold it. The paint-brush strokes behind it aren’t clean; they’re dragged, uneven, chaotic. The hospital lines flicker like a broken monitor, pulse interrupted, rhythm fractured. Nothing is stable.
And yet, in the center, a flower forces itself open.
The bloom isn’t delicate — it’s defiant. It grows through distortion, through noise, through the mess. It’s not placed on top of the chaos; it’s born from it. Every petal looks like it’s fighting for space, carving life into a canvas that shouldn’t support it.
This tee is proof that chaos doesn’t kill growth — it creates it.
For those who bloom in the places that were supposed to break them.
