I used to think freedom meant not having to decide.
That if I didn’t govern, I could just flow, just feel, just rest.
But then I realised:
If I don’t govern, he has to.
And if he governs, I orbit him.
I’ve already given up my freedom.
There is no halfway.
Either I decide when and how he releases:
or I surrender that power.
Either I hold the rhythm:
or I adapt to his.