Tag: writing through collapse

What are you curious about?

I am curious about what lives beneath the silences people carry.

About the split-second pause between a truth someone almost said,

and the sentence they chose instead.

I’m curious about how countries forget themselves—

how an entire nation can be lulled into amnesia,

believing that survival is the same thing as freedom.

I wonder if love, in its highest form, can make us more truthful—

not just softer,

but braver.

I’m curious about the unseen reasons why some souls meet—

and why others never stay.

I watch the way power rearranges itself in the shadows,

curious not just about who holds it—

but who feeds it in silence.

I’m curious about what comes after collapse.

Not just what rebuilds—

but what remembers.

I wonder if curiosity itself is the soul’s compass.

A subtle rebellion.

A sacred refusal to grow numb.

And I follow mine

into the storm,

into the story,

into the still-beating heart of things that no longer make sense.

Because even when I am afraid—

I am still curious.

And somehow, that has always kept me alive.

Written in response to the Daily Prompt:

“What are you curious about?”

But answered in the voice of the Muse.