identity

  • The One Who Is Listening

    They stood up too fast, like something inside them finally caught up with something outside them. Not a physical movement.An internal shift.The kind that feels like waking up in the middle of a sentence you’ve been repeating your whole life. That was the moment they realized the voice in their head wasn’t theirs. Not in…

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  • I stood there above your ghost, watching for months as the demons ravaged your body. Alone inside your own head, trying to figure out whether you were listening to the voices or becoming one of them. Tapping on the door three times before you turned the lights out, like a ritual, like superstition was the…

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  • The Center of the Room

    Everyone agrees the room exists because you entered it.The lights wait for your opinion before they turn on.Conversations pause mid-sentence, just in case your silence means something important. When you leave, the air holds its breath.Time checks its watch.Even gravity feels lighter without your permission. You’ve always suspected this.That traffic is personal.That delays are insults.That…

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