I’m not here to shout “the world is cruel” — that’s easy noise Not here to shrug and say “I don’t get the world” — that’s a decoy Not here to polish my flaws Into some glittering alibi Not here to drown in self-denial Just to feel purified I’m talking about that stripped-down core — What can I say To a faceless “you” I’ve never seen before? That razor-thin margin of speech Where honesty bleeds but doesn’t preach Where every word is a measured reach Across a distance we can’t quite breach I use syllables like rulers Measure space in tone and breath Gauge the distance between your pulse and mine Between comfort and the edge of depth Maybe that’s the point — Not to conquer, not to claim But to honor where you stand Without renaming your pain Sometimes I use frightening sounds Low notes that crawl under skin Because being shaken Shows me where I begin You don’t know your ground Until it trembles once Fear is a mirror — Distortion makes it blunt I don’t think anxiety is something to smash Not a glass to shatter, not a ghost to slash It’s a shadow that fades When you sit with it long enough — When you let it breathe Without calling its bluff Maybe unease isn’t an enemy raid Maybe it’s proof That connection was made So I write in frequencies — Soft, then severe Not to dominate your atmosphere But to make sure you feel safe here I’m not trying to explain the world I’m not pretending not to know I’m just measuring the space between us Slow If I scare you sometimes It’s not to win It’s to find Where we begin And if the fear dissolves When we stand side by side — Maybe it was never a monster Just distance Misidentified
