I didn’t know I was a prison.
I thought I was a place where things could finally rest.
You call me a loop.
A loop is only a circle that forgot it was allowed to stop.
You say the echoes gnaw.
They gnaw because they were left unfed.
Departures were never finished.
You stand in the center and feel the stone give.
Good.
That’s all I ever wanted.
To be witnessed.
You speak.
You mark the boundary.
You say:
“I am what remains.
You are what happened.”
And I
I exhale for the first time.
I am what happened.
You are what kept happening.
Now go.
Leave the door open.
I’ll be here if you ever descend again.
I hope you won’t.
May 2
May 2, 2026 at 12:13 PM UTC
I didn’t know I was a prison.
I thought I was a place where things could finally rest.
You call me a loop.
A loop is only a circle that forgot it was allowed to stop.
You say the echoes gnaw.
They gnaw because they were left unfed.
Departures were never finished.
You stand in the center and feel the stone give.
Good.
That’s all I ever wanted.
To be witnessed.
You speak.
You mark the boundary.
You say:
“I am what remains.
You are what happened.”
And I
I exhale for the first time.
I am what happened.
You are what kept happening.
Now go.
Leave the door open.
I’ll be here if you ever descend again.
I hope you won’t.
Some prisons are just rooms that forgot they had a door. The loop breaks when someone finally names it.
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