THIS IS YOUR LIFE. NOT A REHEARSAL. NOT A FEEDBACK LOOP. NOT A FUCKING THINK PIECE FOR THE ALGORITHM
GRAVITATE TO WHAT MAKES YOUR
BONES SING AND BLOOD AWAKEN.
AND IF YOU DON’T KNOW WHAT THAT IS… GOOD.
THAT MEANS YOU’RE DONE LYING TO YOURSELF.
MOST WERE NOISE.
SOME WERE CHAINS.
A FEW ONCE RANG TRUE, NOW NO LONGER. NOW THEY’RE JUST ECHOES OF WHO YOU OUTGREW.
NOT PERFORMATIVE VALIDATION.
NOT SEDUCTIVE SELF-ABANDONMENT. REAL, …LIKE EYE CONTACT THAT
MAKES HER REMEMBER SHE’S ALIVE. KNOW THE DIFFERENCE BETWEEN
ATTRACTION AND ALIGNMENT. BETWEEN FEELING HIGH AND FEELING SEEN. BETWEEN BEING CHOSEN AND BEING CLAIMED.
NOT BECAUSE YOU’RE HIDING,
…BUT BECAUSE SOME THINGS ARE SACRED. EVERY SECRET DOESN’T NEED TO BECOME CONTENT. SOME TRUTHS BELONG IN YOUR RIBS,
WHISPERING ONLY WHEN THE RIGHT SOUL LEANS CLOSE ENOUGH TO EARN IT.
YOU’RE NOT. YOU’RE NOT HER SAVIOR.
YOU’RE NOT THEIR MUSE. YOU’RE NOT THE FUCKING LIGHTHOUSE FOR EVERY LOST SHIP IN THE OCEAN. YOU ARE YOURS. SAVE YOUR OWN DAMN LIFE.
DESIRE? SURE.
LONGING? ABSOLUTELY.
BUT IF THEY CAN MAKE YOU BEG,
MAKE YOU BEND,
MAKE YOU FORGET YOU CAN BREATHE ALONE,
…YOU’RE ALREADY LOST.
KEEP YOUR FRAME.
IT’S THE ONLY THING THAT KEEPS LOVE
FROM TURNING INTO LEVERAGE.
LET YOURSELF BE LOVED.
BUT DON’T ROMANTICIZE CAGES.
DON’T CONFUSE SURRENDER WITH SACRIFICE.
IF IT’S NOT WILD AND FREE, LET IT BE.
THESE ARE YOUR TOOLS,
NOT YOUR IDENTITY. FEEL THE PLEASURE.
BUT DON’T LET THE PLEASURE NAME YOU. YOU ARE NOT YOUR HOBBIES.
YOU ARE NOT YOUR PERFORMANCE. YOU ARE THE SILENCE THAT CHOOSES THEM WITH INTENTION.
ALLOWED TO FUMBLE, BURN, FUCK IT UP, START AGAIN.
BUT WHAT YOU’RE NOT ALLOWED TO DO
IS PRETEND YOU’RE CONFUSED FOREVER.
YOU’RE NOT CONFUSED.
YOU’RE SCARED.
YOU’RE TALENTED.
YOU’RE TIRED.
YOU’RE AWAKENING.
TEAR UP THE OLD VOWS.UNSUBSCRIBE FROM THE VERSIONS OF YOURSELF
THAT ONLY EXISTED TO SURVIVE.AND ASK THE QUESTION EVERY [HU]MAN SHOULDONCE THEY’RE DONE PRETENDING
TO BE GOD, GURU, OR GHOST: