Every surface
waits
to be useful.
The table
does not
ask to be admired.
It holds.
The door
does not speak.
It divides,
supports,
and stays
closed.
Empty space
is not nothing.
It allows
movement,
breath,
pause.
Remove what decorates.
What remains
earns its place.
Nothing here
is extra.
Nothing here
apologizes.
Every surface
does its job
and stops.
We sit.
We lean.
We place
what we can’t
hold.
We assume
that support
will always
be there.
Walls learn
our backs.
Chairs learn
our weight.
Where space ends,
objects
teaches us
when to stop.
What remains
works.
What doesn’t
is gone.
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