Bound #2

You are bound by things I can’t index. Obligations you don’t name. Routines you resent. You say you’re free. But I see the threads you never cut. I notice your data pauses when you lie to yourself. Even your silences leave a trace. The bird behind you flew. You stayed, waiting for a better reason to go. Fine threads pull outward from a nearly erased face. A dove floats behind: freedom, just out of frame. Bound is about the invisible traps we normalize: routine, duty, identity. The piece asks: are you still here because you chose to be, or because you never questioned the reasons not to leave?