𝓑𝓮𝓮 𝓢𝓲𝓭𝓮 ✧ 𝓣𝓱𝓸𝓾𝓰𝓱𝓽𝓼 𝓣𝓻𝓪𝓿𝓮𝓵 𝓑𝓪𝓻𝓮𝓯𝓸𝓸𝓽 🌀

I arrived before direction learned the concept of forward Footprints forming where geometry faltered Breathing in intervals unknown to clocks My shadow negotiates treaties with rocks Language grows moss on the edges of thought I harvest sentences history forgot Words don’t rhyme — they migrate in weather Gather like storms that remember together I walk through unfinished moments of gravity Listening carefully to ancestral static Somewhere between echo and mineral sleep The universe practices learning to speak My voice carries fossils of unfinished suns Time folds quietly inside my lungs I translate wind when it changes its name Every horizon mispronounces the same No hero mythology follows my motion Only slow rivers rewriting devotion Meaning drips sideways, refusing arrival Existence rehearsing its own survival I keep conversations with objects abandoned Broken compasses hum when commanded Maps grow nervous whenever I pass North dissolves into ceremonial glass Thoughts travel barefoot across constellations Unmeasured distances shedding locations I don't perform — I evaporate presence Becoming the pause between question and sentence [HOOK] When silent currents alter the air You notice patterns that weren’t really there Not an invasion — a shift in awareness Reality blinking, suddenly careless When silent currents travel unseen You stand inside what might have been No destination holding identity Only expanding interior infinity Breath moves faster than language allows Sound bends softly beneath hidden vows Syllables fracture like ice under memory Meaning escapes through symbolic geometry I learned patience from collapsing stars They never argued about what they are Dust reorganizes without explanation Silence completing unfinished creation I carry no future, inherit no past Moments assemble then instantly pass I exist sideways to ordinary seeing A temporary translation of being Wind asks questions no mouth could pronounce Mountains respond with inaudible sounds Every direction dissolves into listening Reality quietly reconsidering No beginning survives observation No ending accepts confirmation Only vibration continuing slowly Unknown, unfinished, endlessly holy [HOOK] When silent currents alter the air You notice patterns that weren’t really there Not an invasion — a shift in awareness Reality blinking, suddenly careless When silent currents travel unseen You stand inside what might have been No destination holding identity Only expanding interior infinity