>be me>36 yo wagie>numb.exe running for years>chasing money like it’s salvation>burned out, soul offline>sometimes derealization hits>feel like a ghost watching my own life>surprise 50% raise>should feel something>don’t>new girl starts at work>walks up like she’s known me forever>rests chin in hands, smiles without speaking>her gaze cracks something ancient>time slows>fog lifts>I see myself through her eyes>not performance>not potential>just presence>later I reenter the moment>go into a trance without trying>her gaze evolves inside me>lotus blossoms in my mind>each petal is me>each fold is time>I watch myself unfold>tl;dr: no idea wtf happened but money could never buy it
You posted this the other day. The woman is brown
