I didn’t write
to be heard.
I wrote
so it would stop pushing.
The words weren’t chosen.
They were released,
like air
finding a fracture.
I used to contain it.
Now I let it pass.
This one
wasn’t made.
I didn’t shape it.
I stood still.
It exited.
Mar 8
Mar 8, 2026 at 9:44 PM UTC
I didn’t write
to be heard.
I wrote
so it would stop pushing.
The words weren’t chosen.
They were released,
like air
finding a fracture.
I used to contain it.
Now I let it pass.
This one
wasn’t made.
I didn’t shape it.
I stood still.
It exited.