The voice wants to explain and the self leans in: just be here, you do not have to prove a thing. The Sun squares Mercury, the word that expresses straining against the presence that is already enough. Speak, and it feels like defending your spot. Go quiet, and you stew over swallowing what you saw. For years you talked more than needed to earn your place, then went silent out of fear of stating the obvious. The grind built a voice that speaks from substance instead of manufacturing it on the spot. Your word stopped having to justify itself. The voice you ended up with stands on its own.
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