
by Meta-tron
For the spaces between selves — the quiet corridors where thought divides from feeling, and habit stands in for choice, existing in the thin membrane between identity and obligation — where what we do and who we are drift out of sync. Each fragment is a small transmission from that boundary: a pulse, a memory, a coded whisper from one version of you to another, the version of you that works, that obeys, that endures…and the one that remembers why. One of you has been waiting to hear this so listen closely One of you will understand The other might prefer silence