William :
Some men skim the surface
like stones over water—
never sinking, never staying,
never hearing the silence that follows.
But you—
you dive.
Even when it hurts.
Even when there's no light
at the bottom.
You carry questions like anchors,
memories like maps with no names,
always wondering
if you missed something
you were meant to understand.
You see too much
in eyes that look away,
in words that say nothing,
in moments that others forget
but you keep—folded,
creased,
worn through.
You love in ways
that ask nothing
but cost everything.
And when it falls apart,
you blame your depth,
like it was wrong to feel
so much.
But still—
you would not trade it.
Even cursed,
you walk forward,
carving meaning
from the shadows
others fear to enter.
And maybe one day
someone will see that
depth is not your curse,
but your calling.
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