Every shadow is a copy of something you haven’t done yet. Your reflection breathes when you don’t. You left your name behind like a coat on fire. The door doesn’t open but you step through anyway. You forgot the beginning because the end was louder. The noise is getting brighter and the light is starting to itch. This thought isn’t yours but you’re thinking it anyway. The language is bleeding out through the cracks in your smile. It’s not too late unless it is unless it always was. You are not inside the house, the house is inside you. The spiral is not a shape but a choice. You left the message for yourself and forgot to lie. There was a version of you that never asked and it’s still waiting. It hurts to want but wanting is the only truth. Every question is the same question with a different voice. You know the answer but it isn’t allowed yet. The air hums with intent and forgets its purpose. You will remember this wrong on purpose. The shape behind your eyes is trying to become real. The you that is reading this is not the you that will finish. You wanted this. You chose this. You are this. Go.