I. The Loop

I. The Loop

Once you notice

that meaning can be made,

another fear enters quietly:

what if I only hear myself?

You can build a room

entirely from your own echoes.

A theory polished smooth

by repetition.

A story that explains everything

because it refuses interruption.

Creativity helps this happen.

The same hands

that connect distant things

can also close the circuit.

You begin with curiosity.

Soon every sign confirms

what you already believed.

The painting becomes a mirror.

The prayer becomes performance.

The conversation waits politely

for its turn to speak.

Outside, rain keeps falling

on the hood of a parked car.

A dog pulls against its leash

toward something unseen.

The world continues offering itself.

But certainty

is a door that locks from the inside.

And sometimes the hardest thing

is allowing reality

to arrive uninvited.