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What Remains
It is not about the feast,
but the hunger that teaches you shape—
how to bend without breaking,
how to reach with empty hands
and still return with something.
The world shrinks
until it is one task,
one drop,
one breath—
and still, you carry on.
No grand designs,
only the daily architecture
of survival:
a grip,
a balance,
a moment held longer than expected.
What remains
is not the size of the prize
but the stretch of your spine
toward it.
Better Late Than Larvae
