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I wrote this today. Im not sure if here is the right place for it, but it feels right.
@Chillygirl
If not let me know and I'll delete it.

I am standing in a room, they already know each other and laughter moves easily, like furniture arranged long before I arrived.

Faces blur into polite constellations.
They orbit shared memories, inside jokes, flickering like light switches, I do not know how to reach.

No one is unkind.
That almost makes it harder.
Kindness without context, is a chair offered at the edge of the table.

I hold my name carefully, unsure where to set it down.
Every conversation feels mid-sentence, I am late, or early, or wrong entirely.

Is this the place I was meant to be, or just where the door happened to open?
The walls listen but do not answer.
The floor accepts my weight without opinion.

I scan the room for recognition, for a glance that says you belong here.
But belonging seems to hum, at a frequency I cannot hear.

Still, I stay.

Because sometimes the right place is not the room that welcomes you, but the one where you learn how to stand among strangers without disappearing.
 
snexxer said:
I wrote this today. Im not sure if here is the right place for it, but it feels right.
@Chillygirl
If not let me know and I'll delete it.

I am standing in a room, they already know each other and laughter moves easily, like furniture arranged long before I arrived.

Faces blur into polite constellations.
They orbit shared memories, inside jokes, flickering like light switches, I do not know how to reach.

No one is unkind.
That almost makes it harder.
Kindness without context, is a chair offered at the edge of the table.

I hold my name carefully, unsure where to set it down.
Every conversation feels mid-sentence, I am late, or early, or wrong entirely.

Is this the place I was meant to be, or just where the door happened to open?
The walls listen but do not answer.
The floor accepts my weight without opinion.

I scan the room for recognition, for a glance that says you belong here.
But belonging seems to hum, at a frequency I cannot hear.

Still, I stay.

Because sometimes the right place is not the room that welcomes you, but the one where you learn how to stand among strangers without disappearing.
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That is beautiful. Thank you for putting it here.
 
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