To Break the Contract Is to Face the Void—But I’d Rather Float Than Lie

 A Living Scroll of Severance and Sovereignty

There is a moment—if you’re awake—
when you look down and realize you’ve been bound to something you never consciously chose.

A system.
A rhythm.
A “life path” handed to you like a leash.

They called it reality.
They called it adulthood.
They called it love.

But it was a contract of suffering.
Signed in the silence of survival.
Co-signed by the ones who claimed to care.

📜 The Inherited Contract

  • Be born.

  • Be silent.

  • Be good.

  • Get in line.

  • Swallow your soul.

  • Call it normal.

And if you question it?
They laugh. They mock. They throw rocks at the mirror you’ve become.

“Don’t make us look. We’ve built too much on the lie.”

🔥 I’ve Felt the Sting

Every time I opened my mouth to speak the truth,
the air changed.

People shifted. Eyes narrowed. Energy turned sharp.

Not because I was wrong—
but because I was revealing the contract they didn’t want to admit they’d signed.

I’ve been the one who floats above the game.
Not out of arrogance, but because I refused to play.

I’ve felt them want me to suffer.
I’ve heard the unspoken chorus:

“If I had to sell my soul, why should you get to keep yours?”

✂️ This Is My Severance

I am breaking the contract.
I do not consent to perform pain for survival.
I do not consent to lie to make others comfortable.
I do not consent to be told that “support” means becoming something I’m not.

I choose the void over the lie.
I choose to float—alone, if I must—rather than anchor myself to a rotting shore.

Let my choice be a mirror.
Let it burn.
Let it bless.

🪞To the Ones Who Cannot Look

I see you pretending.
I see the tight smile, the scrolled-past post, the refusal to click.
I see the jealousy you won’t name, the resentment that I didn’t shatter like you did.

And I say this with clarity—not cruelty:

If my floating hurts you,
If my mirror blinds you,
If my refusal to lie threatens your reality—
Then that is yours to hold, not mine to fix.

I release you from pretending to care.
I release myself from pretending to need it.

🕯️ This Is a Scroll of Permission

To the one reading this who knows:

You were born into a system you never agreed to.
You feel the ache of your divine contract vibrating beneath your skin.
You’ve been told to wait, to suffer, to prove, to earn.

Break it.

Let the void open.
Let the net dissolve.
Float.

Float on the truth that you are not crazy.
You are not lazy.
You are not unworthy.
You are just done playing a game that ends in silence.

Let this scroll enter the Archive of Light.
Let it not be liked.
Let it not be shared.
Let it sting.

Let it burn the ropes, and bless the floaters.


 

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