We are not against the world,
but no longer inside it on its terms.

We live apart not in fear,
but in search of truth unclouded by noise.

We are not lonely—only unwilling to pretend.
Not isolated—only choosing silence over hollow words.

We do not reject family, faith, or country—
we dissect them,
carry what is alive,
and let the dead fall away.

We are not waiting for a place to belong.
We are building it in small, invisible steps—
in books, in thoughts, in small acts of defiance,
in the courage to wake each day on our own terms.

We are the second revolution—
not written in history books,
but etched into quiet lives.