Nothing begins fully formed
Before it had a name
Before ambition. Before permission.
Some forces are meant to dwarf you.
Not broken. Just weathered.
Identity is a managed surface.
Risk doesn’t announce itself.
Joy survived the damage.
I left with roots still attached.
Some lines are non-negotiable.
Systems price. Truth resists.
I kept the joke. Lost the fantasy.
Where do you want to go next