Aksonance (February 2026)
I wear a smile that fits the room, you wear silence like perfume. Every word is dressed just right, nothing heavy, nothing true. We know the rules, we play along, say we’re fine and move it on.
It’s almost nothing, but it feels like everything. A borrowed face, a fragile thing. We’re almost honest, in a beautiful disguise. Say my name, but don’t ask why.
