Sacred Distance

What I love… is space.

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The kind of space that breathes. That listens. That holds me without crowding.

Not everyone gets to be near me. Not everything deserves proximity.

Because my presence is not casual—

it’s sacred.

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I move like a sovereign.

And space is my throne room.

If you step into it, you do so with reverence, or not at all.

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My energy does not chase.

It doesn’t beg to be understood.

It simply is. Clear. Rooted. Undisturbed.

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Space is how I hear myself.

How I remember I am already whole.