that annual bureaucratic loop —
being asked, again and again,
to prove you belong.
a quiet erosion
of self,
of dignity,
of what it means to feel at home.
twelve years,
and still —
it feels like a borrowed space.
and i’m tired.
so tired
to fit into forms they require
just to pass the endless inspection.
lykai × mj × ps, 2025.
4928 × 3712 px
