BB Grey–musings

“We are together, yet alone—bound by unseen threads, separated by silence.” bb grey

We are all prisoners, though the bars shift shape.
Some are gold, some are rust, some we never see at all.
A crown is a heavy thing, even when invisible.
Even when it is only a thought, pressing down.

Serfdom—voluntary, reluctant, inevitable.
We sign the contract without knowing the terms,
drifting through days built by hands
we will never touch.

We hold our breath.
Not because we wish to,
but because we must.
To breathe is to risk.
To touch is to surrender.

We stand together, apart.
We drift in and out of reach.
A world at arm’s length,
measured in half-spoken words
and windows that never open.

But still, something lingers—
a hum, an echo,
a shared silence more honest than speech.
For a moment, we belong.
For a moment, we understand.

And then the moment passes,
and the world resumes
as if nothing ever happened.