#his reflections

There is a strange, delicate boundary between what we experience and what we can bear to witness on a page. Some truths are simply too sensitive for paper; trying to translate them into words feels like an incomplete mutation, a clumsy attempt that only ends up tearing the raw feeling apart.

Then there are those things so deeply personal, so piercingly intimate, that seeing them written down feels like an intrusion—even by our own eyes. To read your deepest secrets back to yourself is to risk making them real in a way that feels too exposing to handle. Some parts of us are only safe when they stay hidden, locked away in the quiet dark of our own thoughts. Agree? Disagree?

A reflection.

I lead the room, I know just what to say, But when it's done, I go my own separate way. • I don't need titles, clubs, or a crew, To prove my power or tell me what to do. ••