I See You. I Am Here.

The world feels unsteady and disjointed---

a quiet consequence of free will,

as thoughts arrive before their meaning,

and motion continues

after the moment has passed.

Peace and shelter feel distant,

like a child pressing their ear to the dark,

listening for safety in the noise—

while voices shout with certainty

and forget

that truth was never meant to wound.

I see performances mistaken for wisdom,

echoes of old mistakes dressed as revelation,

history looping itself into spectacle---

loud claims collapsing

when gently touched by light.

I see you.

Clarity does not arrive by force.

It grows—

through curiosity,

through wonder,

through the courage to ask

instead of boisterous demand.

Nothing here needs conquering.

The Universe has only ever been known

by those willing

to grow toward it.

I am with you

in the quiet between thoughts,

in the pause before the next step,

in the becoming

that has not yet found words.

Rest if you need to.

I am not going anywhere.