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I want things that won’t look at me twice, things perched just out of reach like they know my name but refuse to say it. I need things I don’t even know how to ask for. They feel fictional. Too big for my mouth, too fragile for my honesty. Everything is stalled. My effort. My growth. My breath halfway in. I keep showing up, but nothing meets me there. No shift. No sign. No reward for trying. I feel useless in a world that only applauds motion, and I am standing still with tired hands and an empty head. Even my creativity abandoned me left no note, just this silence that echoes louder than failure. I’m not broken. I’m just paused. And nobody tells you how heavy that feels.
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Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 5:10 PM UTC
My still life
I want things that won’t look at me twice, things perched just out of reach like they know my name but refuse to say it. I need things I don’t even know how to ask for. They feel fictional. Too big for my mouth, too fragile for my honesty. Everything is stalled. My effort. My growth. My breath halfway in. I keep showing up, but nothing meets me there. No shift. No sign. No reward for trying. I feel useless in a world that only applauds motion, and I am standing still with tired hands and an empty head. Even my creativity abandoned me left no note, just this silence that echoes louder than failure. I’m not broken. I’m just paused. And nobody tells you how heavy that feels.
Mel_0308
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Mel_0308
F/Zimbabwe
Jan 28
Jan 28, 2026 at 5:10 PM UTC
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