Zodiac Depths

Your thumbs swing first and ask questions never. You flood the thread with rapid-fire certainties, then wonder why no one feels seen. Text flattens tone, weaponizes punctuation, turns your speed into shrapnel. You don’t argue — you broadcast. Empathy needs air, not bubbles. Put the phone down. Name a time. Let your mouth and breath carry what your wrists keep mishandling.

Screens erase temperature. Lag drips gasoline on sparks. Without breath, your Mars becomes a siren, not a signal. In voice, you hear the tremor, the laugh, the long swallow that says more than paragraphs. A scheduled call lays a boundary your fire won’t jump. Choose cadence over clatter. Win by understanding, not interrupting. Meet at the agreed hour. Say less, mean more.