The rain, not wet.
Just heavy.
You stand, open-handed.
But it’s the shape of what isn’t there that crushes.
A phantom hilt.
A missed grip.
The silent architecture of 'what if.'
Congratulations.
You are fully, perfectly conscious.
Of the exact tool you do not possess.
Right when you absolutely must have it.
You can draw the perfect blueprint for a bridge.
While standing, soaked, in a mudslide.
Knowledge is a sharp blade.
But who gave the toddler a scalpel?
#awareness #thesystem #existentialdread #philomeme
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