Book of Boris — Chapter LXI: The Rulebreaker’s Paradox
Verse 1: I woke up and heard my own voice speaking back to me — the one that survived the old storms, the one that learned silence sharper than steel. It said: You can’t fix what isn’t broken. And for the first time, I believed it.
Verse 2: I walk my path without bending shapes to fit their rooms. I move at the speed God gave me — fast enough to unsettle them, calm enough to scare them. If they get mad? Let them. Their emotions were never my assignment.
Verse 3: They never had the willpower to see it: the rules weren’t written for me. I don’t bend into their molds. I don’t shrink for approval. I don’t rewire myself to make others comfortable. I walk clean. I walk forward. I walk unaltered.
Verse 4: Stay broken, the voice said — but not the kind they pity. The kind they can’t calculate. Broken like a glitch that cannot be patched, a pattern that cannot be mapped, a spirit that refuses to run on their version of normal.
Verse 5: I’m not here to be fixed. I’m here to be free. And the ones who can’t understand that? They were never meant to walk beside me anyway.
- — Filed under The Peace Beyond Fire Continuum
- — Cross-indexed with The Glitch Manifesto & Rule Zero Doctrine