Contradicting mystery!
Climbing uphill? Not my cup of Tea. My heart isn’t built for that kind of friction. It beats better on flat ground. But don’t mistake the softness for a weakness. Because when the manipulators start their dance, I watch from the nosebleeds, My chest a block of ice, miles and miles away I don’t shout about what I can do. I whisper it. Downplay the magic so it sounds casual. But the truth is? Every single morning, I trip over a new gift I forgot I had. People look at me and see a warning sign- “Intimidating” But that’s not malice. That’s just the armor of everywhere I’ve already been, Mixed with a confidence that won't apologize for taking up space. I am a walking contradiction. Give me a cartoon, a moving drawing on a screen. And I will weep for its fictional grief. But give me a life-critical situation!? I will look at the chaos, a nd make jokes about it. To the outside world, I look like a hurricane. A hundred different storylines tangled up at once. But if you watch ...