There are spaces where we begin translating
before anyone has asked a question.

We soften the edges.
Clarify the meaning.
Adjust the language until it feels easier to receive.

Not because it is false,
but because experience has taught us
what happens when we do not.

Some translations are generous.

Others are survival.

A way of moving through rooms
where being misunderstood feels inevitable.

And over time, it becomes difficult to tell
whether connection is actually happening

or whether we are simply becoming easier to explain.

There is a difference
between being understood
and becoming legible.