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a soft thing tightened too far until breath becomes ceremony the room prefers symmetry so it sands down weather calls it calm I arrive as spill as echo as something that won’t hold its shape long enough to be forgiven there are corridors that hum even when empty I leave pieces of heat there and keep walking something inside me learned how to become useful before it learned how to exist this is how you become architecture instead of a body time keeps asking for payment in small cuts in repetition in standing upright while the ground moves I am praised for remaining intact despite the fractures doing all the work silence pools not like water like gravity order mistakes stillness for consent mistakes quiet for agreement my empathy keeps reaching past the point of return touching everything except relief so I stop mid-gesture let the structure crack let the neatness fail I will not be the joint that absorbs the strain what survives me is not softness but edge not forgiveness but orientation I turn not away but out and the pressure releases not into peace but into space
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Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 7:07 PM UTC
my empathy chokes me like an insult
a soft thing tightened too far until breath becomes ceremony the room prefers symmetry so it sands down weather calls it calm I arrive as spill as echo as something that won’t hold its shape long enough to be forgiven there are corridors that hum even when empty I leave pieces of heat there and keep walking something inside me learned how to become useful before it learned how to exist this is how you become architecture instead of a body time keeps asking for payment in small cuts in repetition in standing upright while the ground moves I am praised for remaining intact despite the fractures doing all the work silence pools not like water like gravity order mistakes stillness for consent mistakes quiet for agreement my empathy keeps reaching past the point of return touching everything except relief so I stop mid-gesture let the structure crack let the neatness fail I will not be the joint that absorbs the strain what survives me is not softness but edge not forgiveness but orientation I turn not away but out and the pressure releases not into peace but into space
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Jan 17
Jan 17, 2026 at 7:07 PM UTC
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