It’s not your fault

It’s not your fault, and there is nothing to fix.
I mean it, you are not broken.

Models and structures can break
But you are neither — none

You can only feel broken when you are them
Remember they are not you and voila…

Not broken, you are.

Language is but a structure
But words can betray you

Identity is but a fiction
But labels will imprison you

Thought is but nothingness
But its cloud will judge you

You are none of those

Even not a body
Which feels like a physical structure

Yes, you feel one
Yes, you live in one

But it is no less of a structure
That exists, but doesn’t too

Don’t get stuck on the sensation of it
Nor the pain it reveals

It’s an interpretation and a perception
That is true, but no less a representation of those

All models will hold you hostage
And it’s not your fault

You were never told they were but models
Created for a purpose, but aren’t the purpose

And most definitely, they are not you
Break them, tease them, do whatever you wish

You won’t disappear
If anything, you will only then appear

And that’s why you can’t be fixed
Because you are not a design designed

An equation that can be balanced
Or a framework that can be tuned

You are not an anomaly to be found
Or a system to be optimized

Once you ditch the categorization
Then you have nothing to fix

It’s not your fault, and there is nothing to fix.
I mean it, you are not broken.

Until the next ❤️ beat ~.~.~