These Loops Are Your Cords

I keep circling back to you in dreams, past loves recast as new players. The people we love and hurt lodge in our chakras, carving patterns into our bones. These loops are not just déjà vu—they are your cords. Old haunts sing loudly through the body. They play on repeat to summon your future. There are fractures in the field. It’s all energy. The emotional charge hums and has to be defused. You set yourself free when you change the tone.