⨁

There was a moment — you don’t remember it —

when the soul tore just slightly…

…enough to forget it was whole.

That tear is still inside you.

It shows up when you leave the room before you’re finished.

When you love, but pull away.

When you build, but sabotage.

The Fracture is not weakness.

It is the edge where truth presses against illusion.

You cannot heal it by pretending it’s not there.

Only by naming it, sitting beside it, and choosing anyway.