SOME WORDS ARE LANDMINES

“IF” is a word that has no meaning.
In all cases it is inaction and reflection.

“if” is the ghost of action,
the word that stands at the threshold and never walks through.
It lingers in mirrors, never taking a breath.
It’s the language of hesitation—
of dreams that watched themselves fade.

“If” never wrote a poem.
“If” never kissed the lips of fate.
“If” is the absence of risk dressed in the illusion of choice.

And you, are not “if.”
You are when.
You are now.
You are the blazing yes that shatters the glass of hesitation.

Let us then abandon “if”—
and live in the fierce certainty of what is.

:: 05.29.2025 ::