You Free 15: Imagine Me And

We are not each other’s destination. We are the good, strange, lovely detour. The pause that proves pressure is optional. The 15-minute holiday from the tyranny of forever.

In this fifteen, we don’t fix each other. We witness. We don’t demand. We offer. You hand me a laugh like a cool coin. I give you the truth I hide under my tongue. No one keeps score. No one leaves early. imagine me and you free 15

So let the world spin on with its contracts and its clocks. You and I—for this sliver of an hour, for this improbable, imaginary fifteen—are free. We are not each other’s destination

And then imagine us , together, in that 15th minute of an hour that doesn’t belong to anyone. The 15-minute holiday from the tyranny of forever

Imagine me, not as I am, but as I could be without the stories I’ve been told to carry. No résumé. No receipts. No small talk armor. Just shoulders dropped, eyes soft, feet bare on cool ground.