nothing remains untouched
by the act of being seen.
Even electrons lose their
composure under attention.
As if observation itself
demands performance.
Photons colliding. Detectors
interfering. Measurements
leaving fingerprints
upon being measured-
As if the universe, when
watched too carefully,
forgets how to remain fluid.
Perhaps that is why
I fear being understood
too completely.
Maybe people are not
so different from particles.
Leave us unobserved
and we remain expansive-
contradictory, wave-like,
full of unrealized selves.
But the moment someone
demands certainty.
asks us to define our exact
trajectory,
something collapses-
We harden into identities.
Tell me how much of love
survives observation?
How much tenderness
disappears the moment
we try too hard to name it?
Perhaps intimacy itself
is a delicate experiment.
Too much scrutiny,
and the mystery recoils.
Too much definition,
and affection stiffens
into expectation.
Maybe that is why some
feelings survive longer
in glances, half-finished
sentences, and lingering
silences.
Because the moment we
drag them fully into language,
they stop behaving like
wonder and start behaving
like witnesses under oath.