"Just": A Woman Story Barely Inspired by Radiohead....

By chris-chris92 on 7/29/2025

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All I feel tonight is the weight of a question that has no answer and the echo of a guitar that cuts through my chest without mercy or apology. A sharp chord arrives and taps a nerve I did not know I had and it sets loose a tremor of goose flesh under my skin. At times I try to shrug it off as noise or mood shifting fog but it lingers like a bruise forming beneath the surface, tender and swollen. My thoughts reel and collide as if they were shards of broken glass glinting in dim light. I am not asking for relief or for mercy or for a place to rest these hands shaking with restless energy. I am simply naming the ache so it might find its own shape and breath beneath this bustling world.

Because I keep turning the volume up I feel closer to a confession without words and I imagine my pulse synced to the relentless rhythm of that riff driven onward by tension and release. All my shared smiles and polite nods vanish leaving only the raw line between two points drawn too tight to roll back into place. I picture a face fixed in motion just out of frame a body straining under a burden no one else can see. I sit with that image like a secret tucked behind my ribs waiting to spring free in a howl or a whisper or nothing at all.

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Caught in that unspoken space I find myself staring at the sill of an open window watching dust motes drift upward as though they carry fragments of memory too light to hold their shape. Rain starts tapping on the glass sounding like hesitant fingertips drumming out a hesitant greeting. My breath slows and I feel grateful for the ordinary moment even as my heart remains wired to that unresolved chord progression. I let the music fade and listen to the city breathing around me feeling comfort in its distant hum and the knowledge that I am part of something larger even when all I want is to dissolve into solitude.

Deep down I know I will circle back to that crescendo of emotion that spikes and breaks like a wave thrown at a rocky shore but for now I will let my chest unclench and my mind settle into stillness for a fleeting instant. I close my eyes and trace the scar left by feeling too much yet not enough all at once. I wonder if the song ever tires of its own insistence or if it is stuck on perpetual repeat inside my head playing out the same fragment of confusion and yearning that cannot be resolved by words.

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Every breath I take carries with it the taste of that unresolved question and I accept it as part of my story even if I never find an answer. I stand up and move toward the light spilling in from the hallway and feel my feet touch the floor with quiet certainty. I am fragile and persistent at the same time and I owe no explanation for that coexistence. I step forward carrying both tension and calm inside me like twin lanterns and let the memory of that fractured melody guide me through the shadows without losing my own voice...

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