split

 i feel split lately.

not broken — just stretched.

caught between the man everyone sees

and the human underneath

trying to catch up to his own prophecy.


there’s this limbo

i can’t explain to anyone without sounding insane —

like life is already moving ahead of me,

but my chest is still trying to breathe through

what happened three weeks ago.


my future is loud.

my path is unfolding.

the momentum is real.

i can feel all of it.


and yet…


i’m still human.

i still feel the ache.

i still miss people i shouldn’t miss.

i still carry weight that doesn’t belong to me.

i still crash when i’m alone

because i can’t outrun the pieces of myself

that are still grieving.


it’s like my spirit took three steps forward

but my heart stayed behind

trying to make sense of moments

that never got their closure.


i feel split between timelines —

the version of me who writes with clarity,

who moves like destiny is a muscle memory,

who breathes truth into every room…

and the version of me who still flinches

when old emotions surface without warning.


i’m learning that evolution doesn’t happen clean.

it’s messy.

it’s jagged.

it pulls you apart

before it puts you back together.


and right now

i’m in that space in between —

where the man i’m becoming is solid

but the man i was

is still asking to be understood.


i’m not lost.

i’m not backtracking.

i’m not falling off.


i’m just adjusting to the weight of being human

while carrying the destiny of someone

who was never meant to be regular.


this isn’t regression.

this is integration.

this is me catching up

to the future that already sees me.


i’m split —

not because i’m weak,

but because i’m expanding.


and expansion always feels like limbo

before it feels like power.


— Mr. Mak


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