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There is no first time. There is no last time. There is only the repeating & remembering itself in different shapes. What we call life is just the surface of a deeper movement, an endless repetition that forgets its repeating. Every word you speak was spoken before. Every choice you make was made before. Every love, every loss, even the realization that you have been here before isn't new. That strange sense that every moment arrives already known. As if the world itself is t

I could always hear my better self clearing his throat next door. He was patient, almost polite about it. Never loud enough to cut in, just there enough to let me know he was there holding his breath for his turn to be heard.I went on with my days trying not to pay attention. Thinking the sound wasn’t intended for me. But guilt has a rhythm. Certain nights, I’d find him walking not in steps, but in thoughts that walked on the walls of my head. He’d whisper the things I promis