I take time off. The weight comes too. New streets. Same mind. New bed. Same noise. I wait for quiet. It doesn’t land. I wait for clean. My hands stay stained. No catharsis. Only continuation. Rest isn’t repair. Just continuation. I close the laptop. The day keeps running. I silence the phone. The pulse stays on. A weekend. A week. It changes nothing. I come back “rested” and still overloaded. No catharsis. Only continuation. Rest isn’t repair. Just continuation. The world won’t pause. It doesn’t care. I don’t get closure. I get tomorrow. No catharsis. Only continuation. Rest isn’t repair. Just continuation.
