metaphysical reflection
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(Headphones On-Quiet-MILCK) People keep asking if I’m okay.Not because I look sad.Because I don’t look busy being loud anymore. There was a time when my mind felt like a courtroom with too many witnesses.Every thought talking at once.Every feeling demanding testimony.I mistook that noise for depth. Now there is one voice.It doesn’t argue.It watches. It…
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He didn’t descend the way he once climbed. There was no urgency in it. No sense of loss. Just movement. As if the mountain had already released him and the world below no longer required preparation. The air changed as he moved downward. Not cleaner. Not lighter. Just stripped of pretense. Things showed themselves without…
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It’s the dream inside the dream again—the most persistent one. The one that waits at the edge of sleep like a familiar ghost, holding open the curtain to the next act. Every night, it picks up where we left off, as if time itself decided to take a cigarette break and forgot to clock back…
