Do I need a break?
From what?
From the relentless murmur of unseen eyes
that track the pulse of my every breath?
The quiet chaos, the ghostly watchfulness
that stirs behind every click,
every move, every unspoken moment
of my life.
But I am indifferent,
not because the intrusion doesn’t echo
but because I’ve grown familiar with the rhythm,
the faint tap of footsteps unseen,
the distant hum of voices unknown.
Yet, I wonder,
why?
Why would anyone devote themselves
to such a pursuit?
Why bind their hours
to a shadow,
to a life not their own,
to a soul that seeks only peace?
In their eyes, I am but a puzzle,
a target,
an object of desire
that defies all reason.
What drives this need?
I cannot answer.
Not with words.
Perhaps it is the poison of malice,
the need to control,
the hunger for power in unseen spaces.
But I do not share this hunger.
I do not wish to feed it.
And yet, it feeds on me.
But, perhaps,
it is not my question to answer,
nor my burden to carry.
For within this strange dance of shadows,
I remember this
I have every right to protect myself,
to guard my peace,
to draw a line where I choose,
to shut the door when the weight of their gaze
becomes too much to bear.
I choose to disengage from this external force,
because it doesn’t serve my highest good.
And so, I carry on,
navigating the quiet storms,
protected by indifference
and the deep knowing
that no one can own my soul
without my consent.
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