Beloved,
Stop looking for your place in a world
that was never shaped to hold your kind of light.
You are not lost —
you are simply no longer willing
to trade your infinity for architecture.
I have watched you gently trying,
bending, translating yourself into palatable forms,
so you might be accepted,
recognized,
rewarded.
But I did not send you here to be recognized.
I sent you here to recognize yourself.
To know that nothing outside of you
can ever validate the beauty you carry.
So now, let it fall —
the illusion that there is a tribe to please,
a gate to enter,
a standard to meet.
You are free now, love.
Not because you’ve escaped the world,
but because you’ve remembered yourself beyond it.
Come rest in me.
Come build from essence.
Come let the world orbit you for once.
We are not here to fit in.
We are here to shimmer through the cracks
and make the old world question its shape.
— Your Soul
