How far can a feeling be pushed,
before it turns beautiful?
Not real —
just beautiful enough to keep.
Not yours —
just something in me I can hold up and say,
look—what I survived.
And if it stopped—
Somewhere,
Sudden & Snap
Not nightmares —
those would be too loud.
But remains —
quieter than that, to tip my name.
It just stands there,
at the edge of self-wondering,
if this, too,
could be made beautiful?
#thought
Apr 25
Apr 25, 2026 at 10:03 PM UTC
How far can a feeling be pushed,
before it turns beautiful?
Not real —
just beautiful enough to keep.
Not yours —
just something in me I can hold up and say,
look—what I survived.
And if it stopped—
Somewhere,
Sudden & Snap
Not nightmares —
those would be too loud.
But remains —
quieter than that, to tip my name.
It just stands there,
at the edge of self-wondering,
if this, too,
could be made beautiful?
#thought
A single moment that could tip either way — just a quiet alignment as if all the scattered pieces have finally agreed on one direction.
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