Rachel Campbell

conceive of it in words

let it exit with the breath

and give it back to the world.

The fabric of the universe catches on a hangnail, tearing.

Here’s what this reveals: the systems we’ve built reflect our instincts. But those instincts are dual. We are extractive - and we are generative. We deplete - and we restore. We burn out - and we rebuild.

When nothing hurts, there’s nothing to push against. And without pushback, we can’t locate ourselves. We’re just floating - stimulated, maybe. But untethered.

Never be too balanced to miss out on harmony.

Magic. Cloying against an exhalation my lungs don’t want to let go of for fear I’d slip right out past the confinement of my five senses.