Gated Planet

I am tired of the pulse that isn’t mine

the voices everywhere

demanding I perform,

pretend I belong

I feel the world burning in its own mirror

and I am outside,

watching myself shrink

I want nothing,

I want to stop counting

stop answering

stop pretending the chaos is mine

I want the sky to stop talking

and the ground to forget me

Every moment is a demand

a ledger of guilt and fear

and I’ve stopped caring if it notices

if it waits for me to crumble

I’m full of the noise

but I am leaving it behind

not in anger—

in relief

Let the world fall through itself

I am out of reach

I am no one’s signal

no one’s weight

no one’s witness

I feel the pressure of existing

like a lung full of ash

and the only motion that matters

is away

I want to dissolve

into nothing that answers

into a quiet

that has no history

No eyes on me, no hands

no expectation

I want to vanish

without apology

I am done

with the demands, the consumption

the insistence of being

Let me drift

where being is optional

where nothing waits for me

and I don’t have to return