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Denser Than Silence
There are days I feel completely unbothered,
Unmotivated, unlit, unwilling to care,
Like a whistling kettle that doesn’t notice
The water inside is already boiling.
And sometimes I pull away without warning,
From being named, from standing in the noise,
As if sound no longer reaches my ears,
As if my chest carries something denser than silence.
And deep inside, raw pressure keeps building,
An unnamed tension, a quiet strain,
Vapor rising, pressing against its limits,
Like latent heat trapped in a sealed surface.
Maybe this won’t always stay like this,
This stillness I’ve learned too well,
Perhaps one dawn I’ll wake and feel it shift,
Ready to breathe again... and keep going.
