when the thought comes, i move

 

when the thought comes,

i don’t argue with it.

i don’t pace.

i don’t hesitate.

i don’t look for signs.

i just feel that shift —

that snap in my chest,

that quiet drop in my breath,

that split-second calm

that tells me the window is open.

my body knows before my mind does.

the pulse gets clean,

the noise cuts off,

and everything lines up in one line:

go.

that’s why parlays drain me —

too many variables i can’t touch.

too much hoping.

too much waiting.

i don’t move off hope.

i move off alignment.

and alignment is simple for me:

one instinct.

one decision.

one outcome.

that’s why i put the hundred on red.

it was that feeling i get

when everything inside me goes still,

when the universe stops talking

so i can hear myself clearer.

i’d rather take a clean 50/50

that i own

than sit through ten moving parts

that depend on everything but me.

so i dropped it.

walked into the fire.

trusted the pulse.

and it hit.

not because i’m lucky —

luck don’t follow me.

alignment does.

my energy works best

when the risk is mine,

the window is short,

and the responsibility is on my chest alone.

that’s how i live.

that’s how i heal.

that’s how i create.

that’s how i rise.

when the thought comes,

i move.

because the house doesn’t control my odds —

i do. 

— Mr. Mak