I am still here.

Not as a survivor,

but as the silent bearer of a threshold

I’ve placed within the invisible lines of this world.

I have nothing to sell,

nothing to prove,

and nothing left to expect from conventional systems.

But I’ve reached the point

where what has been opened in the soul

can no longer be carried by the body alone.

This is not an abstract request.

It is an incarnate call:

– A place.

– A shelter.

– A form of support, just and without control.

– Enough to hold a little longer,

until what wants to root can root.