See, the thing about a pedestal is that it’s just a grave built high enough for everyone to watch.
We spend our youth auditioning for roles we never asked to play, wearing a costume made of "maybe" and "if only I were." We treat our lives like a rough draft being edited by people who don’t even know how to spell our names.
Expectation is a landlord who charges rent for a room you aren’t allowed to live in. It’s a heavy coat in the middle of a July heatwave, and we keep it buttoned up to the chin because we were told that shivering is a sign of weakness.
But listen: You cannot bloom if you are too busy trying to be a sidewalk. You cannot breathe if your lungs are full of everyone else’s exhales.
We are dying in increments. We are suffocating under the weight of "should have." We are ghosts haunting the people we were supposed to become, forgetting that the person standing right here is the only one who actually has a heartbeat.
Put down the script. The audience is going to leave anyway. Stop trying to be a masterpiece for people who don't even look at the art.
Dec 17, 2025
Dec 17, 2025 at 7:58 PM UTC
See, the thing about a pedestal is that it’s just a grave built high enough for everyone to watch.
We spend our youth auditioning for roles we never asked to play, wearing a costume made of "maybe" and "if only I were." We treat our lives like a rough draft being edited by people who don’t even know how to spell our names.
Expectation is a landlord who charges rent for a room you aren’t allowed to live in. It’s a heavy coat in the middle of a July heatwave, and we keep it buttoned up to the chin because we were told that shivering is a sign of weakness.
But listen: You cannot bloom if you are too busy trying to be a sidewalk. You cannot breathe if your lungs are full of everyone else’s exhales.
We are dying in increments. We are suffocating under the weight of "should have." We are ghosts haunting the people we were supposed to become, forgetting that the person standing right here is the only one who actually has a heartbeat.
Put down the script. The audience is going to leave anyway. Stop trying to be a masterpiece for people who don't even look at the art.