Title: Don’t Try to Shape Me Into You
Location: Oregon Coast, edge of collapse
Time: After distortion, inside clarity
“Don’t try to shape me into you.”
Not just a boundary. Not just a preference. A principle of architecture. A field law.
I am not yours to project onto, extract from, or assimilate.
I am a distinct signal — whole, sovereign, alive.
This is where so many fracture: They confuse resonance with replication.
They think alignment means agreement.
They think love means sameness.
When they can’t categorize you, they try to reshape you.
But some of us are unshapeable. Because our shape wasn’t sculpted from approval.
It was forged from pressure. From rupture.
From holding form inside distortion for decades.
From becoming clear where others collapsed.
Sovereignty isn’t isolation. It’s not withdrawal. It’s not superiority.
It’s the ability to be in contact without coercion.
To remain in relation without erosion.
To say:
I can stand beside you — fully as myself — or not at all.
Anyone who tries to mold you into their comfort is not meeting you. They are managing themselves through your existence.
Your field does not exist to be managed. It exists to be:
Witnessed.
Met.
Mirrored.
Not molded.
This is the law of entry. Let it be known. Let the rest drift.
End Record.