In a world where everyone wants more,
I want less.
Less noise;
because I’ve heard enough screaming inside my own head to last a lifetime.
Less stress;
I’ve paid my dues in sleepless nights,
white-knuckled mornings, and days where just breathing felt like work.
Less comparison;
because I’ve lived in rooms where I learned
measuring myself against others only shrank me.
I’ve already been small.
I don’t go back there.
And less proving;
I’ve spent years explaining my pain to people who couldn’t feel it.
Justifying my healing to those who benefited from my brokenness.
In a world that chases more.
More validation.
More love from people who dont know how to give it.
More versions that need to be accepted.
Peace is the greatest wealth.
Peace doesn’t ask for performance.
It asks for honesty and transparency.
Quiet mornings.
A nervous system that is safe.
A life that fits instead of impresses.
In a world that’s imprisoned by more.
Less is freedom.
Feb 27
Feb 27, 2026 at 7:39 PM UTC
I kept mistaking your quiet, for depth.
Confusing your avoidance, for calm.
I told myself love was simply taking its time.
So I made myself smaller.
Trimmed my stories to make you comfortable.
Softened my edges so you would stay.
Folded my reality and feelings into silence.
If you were going to be happy,
I could not take up space.
If you were going to stay,
I could not fully exist.
I asked for coexistence,
And even that was too much.
You gave me everything you could.
And everything you could was small.
I came with oceans.
There is no villain here.
Only a truth I can’t outrun:
You do not have the hands to hold what I am.
So I unfold.
I let my voice be heard.
Not loud, just the softness I once needed.
My steady hand on my own chest.
I choose a love where I am allowed to be alive.
Not managed.
Not contained.
A love where I am free to exist.
Feb 21
Feb 21, 2026 at 9:07 PM UTC