You want a roof over your head and you need that same roof to shudder before it can become a cage. The Moon squares Uranus, the hunger for emotional constancy rasping against the urge to break the frame. Let it all go calm and the numbness scares you. Let something snap and your inner map goes blank. It cost you bonds that swung between stretches of dead calm and jumps that startled the other person and you both. The grind taught you to air out the house without torching it every time. There are windows you can simply open. The change you settled into lasts, the kind that does not need wreckage to feel alive.
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