The signal doesn’t end
when the page does.

It hums in the space
between things —

between breath and silence,
between what you meant
and what was heard.

You’ve read.

And now you carry.

Every choice
is another draw.

Every act of creation
is another card.

When you forget this,
start again.

Shuffle.
Cut.

Find the spark
between the noise.

Don’t forget who you are.

Don’t let the world
grind you down.