But You Meant It
You rambled. Your raw voice cracked, it trembled, it paused. You were imprecise, emotional, awkward. And rightfully so. Too honest? Too messy? Too vague? Too weak? Too loud? Sometimes too much. Often not enough. But you meant it. Back then, when your words were real, someone still stayed for the feel.
©Samia Oldman
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CONTEXT
After the Great Optimisation a privileged group of people wired themselves tightly into the system by aligning with it and fully integrating. Systoics believe they’ve perfected themselves by stripping away everything that slows them down.
ABOUT
This standalone poem is a fragment of my dystopian fantasy collection The Hush Halo, where poetry, soundscapes, and visual art converge into one unfolding tale.
I AM SAMIA 👋
This is just one piece of the puzzle. Feel free to learn about My Why and My How. All ‘Making of’ posts can be found at My Headspace.
