3 weeks ago. March 3, 2025 at 7:16 PM
Control isn’t always a heavy hand, a demand, or the certainty of restraint. I used to think it was, that it had to be something undeniable, something that left no room for choice. But I’m starting to understand it differently.
Sometimes, it’s quieter. Not about being held in place, but about choosing to stay.
I was told to write in blue. Just a pen, just a color. A simple thing. But simple things aren’t always what they seem. When something is given meaning, it shifts. It lingers. It holds.
I could have ignored it. Could have chosen not to feel it. But I didn’t
Because maybe this is how it starts. Not just following, but feeling it. Not just staying, but understanding why I do.
And maybe, just maybe, this is something that should be followed.