This kind of reminds me of kahm yeast growth. Also reminds me of my failed attempt at fermenting beans this week! Feeling out of sorts and not like myself.

Trapped pieces of a broken soul

We are the product of everything that has hurt us over time. We are imperfect, fragile beings. Our instability seeks solace in our passions, which allow us to accept ourselves, in what makes us uniquely us, and brings us a sense of relief. These passions rest upon our unstable foundations and, like a safety net, hold us together.