It feels achingly helpless,
to have been cast into the wrong locus,
amid the wrong constellation of people,
and born beneath an ill-starred kairos of time.
While I wander, seeking genuine smiles,
the world offers me only
beautifully crafted simulacra.
While I hope for people to be noble,
their vows unravel,
promises breaking like thin verglas beneath my feet.
As I savour the apricity of the sun,
they retreat into shadowed rooms,
their hearts shuttered like old sanctuaries.
The day I realised speech was more causalitas than courtesy,
more consequence than communion,
was the day I understood,
I was never fashioned to fit
into this world’s fragile geometry.
-v.
May 10
May 10, 2026 at 5:31 PM UTC
It feels achingly helpless,
to have been cast into the wrong locus,
amid the wrong constellation of people,
and born beneath an ill-starred kairos of time.
While I wander, seeking genuine smiles,
the world offers me only
beautifully crafted simulacra.
While I hope for people to be noble,
their vows unravel,
promises breaking like thin verglas beneath my feet.
As I savour the apricity of the sun,
they retreat into shadowed rooms,
their hearts shuttered like old sanctuaries.
The day I realised speech was more causalitas than courtesy,
more consequence than communion,
was the day I understood,
I was never fashioned to fit
into this world’s fragile geometry.
-v.