THE CENTER OF THE ORBIT

Do not expect perfection. Expect reality. Expect rage that burns without warning. Expect logic that cuts without hesitation. And then- expect laughter in the middle of silence. expect irritation over things that do not matter. expect softness that does not ask permission to exist. We are not one thing. We shift. Controlled. Uncontrolled. Ordinary. Unreachable. Power that signs contracts in the morning- and forgets how to breathe at night. Welcome to a world where power meets domesticity. Where authority eats, sleeps, and bleeds like everyone else. It is dark here. It is light here. It is neither forgiving. Read closely. You might recognize something you never admitted was yours. - mireynea. v