there are days when i feel like a tree rooted. too shallow in the soil, alive? yes. but not anchored. the wind of time brushes past, and i let it sway without resistance. i let the god damn seasons pass through me without asking what they've taken. am i growing, or am i merely being worn down, sculpted not by will but by weather? some days i cannot tell if i am unfolding toward something real, or quietly being reduced into something less than what i was. something easier to carry, something less of a fucking problem. - @rottedpostmark
Every place promises reinvention.
Some offer acceptance in exchange for obedience. Others demand silence, performance, restraint, or sacrifice before allowing you to belong
You move through these worlds searching for some stable version of yourself, but each new landscape leaves its fingerprints behind.
The further you travel, the harder it becomes to tell whether you are discovering who you are or slowly becoming what every society needs you to be.
Audio Credit: "Etienne" by Ethel Cain c. Daughters of Cain Records 2025. Sourced from MP3Juice.
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