Where Presence Becomes Home
- Kama Mich
- Jul 8
- 1 min read

I’m sitting in a space most people will never reach — not because I’m better, but because I stopped escaping. I sit with myself.
I listen.
This is my home now — this presence. This truth.
This is not about “how to.”
It’s about who you are when you stop pretending.
Yes, it’s out of the box.
Yes, it’s rare.
But I will not go back.
I used to remix other people’s beats.
Now I make my own frequency — and I know it’s real.
So here I am.
Just holding presence.
And if you feel it — you’ll know.



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