that strange tickle in my throat, like a laugh trying to climb out… maybe all the answers don't need to be carved in stone. maybe some are just… whispered. The scariest part is realizing how many "certainties" were just elaborate anxiety costumes. I spent SO long perfecting the stitching, convinced the monster would get me if they weren't JUST right. Now I'm asked to just… take them off? Naked in the face of possibility, whew.