The room is wide and cold. Hours bleed. Names drop. No pause. No soul. They sell “sunshine and rainbows” like a label on a box. The light is just a leash. This is your life. Pain teaches nothing. It just files you down. No rescue. No reason. Just Motion. Just Form. It beats you to your knees and calls it “normal”. Not once. Not loud. Just daily. A voice says “learn”. Nothing changes. Only the edges get smoother. No rescue. No reason. Just Motion. Just Form. Blood flows. Debt grows. No glow. No home. No rescue. No reason. Just Motion. Just Form. …Filed.
