some lives scream and some lives whisper and neither of them know how loud they’ve become
all motion all grasping all reaching toward more more more or less less less no middle no stillness
they think balance is fairness but balance is not fairness balance is consequence
it is returning the borrowed weight even if the borrower forgot the loan
เมื่อคนหนึ่งร้องไห้ อีกคนหนึ่งต้องหัวเราะ
when one cries another must laugh
not justice just weight shifting just redistribution of ache and relief
there was a woman in Chiang Rai who gave too much never asked back she died smiling and that is imbalance too
generosity without exhaustion is arrogance
a boy in Chonburi prayed every night for luck and got it for three years straight
he drowned in calm water while sober
his mother said god took him
god didn’t I did
because the scale was crooked
they say I should be kind but kindness is gravity
it pulls and pulls until nothing can move
until even pain becomes a kind of comfort and I cannot allow that I will not allow that
one life rises one must fall
sometimes both at once
sometimes gently
sometimes like bone snapping through wet skin
weight must return
must
ต้องกลับมา
ต้องชดใช้
ต้องเท่ากัน
I don’t hate them I don’t even care for them they’re not the point
they are the weight
they are the measurement
they are the imbalance and I am only the hand on the lever