your Grasp

Grasp beyond impermanence, because you were never really there in the first place. You search for understanding between lines written by a system that refuses to make space for you. You move through large crowds hoping proximity will turn into connection, that resemblance might become meaning. You are susceptible to dogma because no one ever taught you how to choose for yourself. You buy clothes only after you’ve seen them on someone else, because then they’ve been approved. You take from everyone without realizing it. You are a collage of everyone you have ever met, a caricature assembled from borrowed pieces—and you will never understand yourself until you learn how to draw yourself from scratch.