Reset, Again...

what is this feeling

that unroots the quiet,

flips the soil of my being

just when I thought I was finally

growing into something stable?

I walk through days like

they owe me clarity —

but then it hits.

not a storm, not a scream —

just a silence

that breaks everything I believed in.

the ideas? gone.

the purpose? irrelevant.

even pain —

suddenly doesn’t feel like mine anymore.

just noise.

and here I am again,

hitting some reset button

deep in the pit of me —

not because I want to,

but because I have to.

prove myself

to me.

not for glory, not for applause —

just to survive the echo

of not knowing who I am

when everything stillnesses.

how many times do I do this?

start over.

burn the map.

forget the world.

try to remember

what it means to begin

without guilt.

- the dekoder