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Yeah…I wasn’t looking for salvation,Just a little signal in the static.Something human.Something warm.Something that didn’t need a headline.I been pacing round the edges of a feeling,Not lost, just not in any rush to land,Mind doing laps, heart on a slow-burn rhythm,Trying not to turn desire into demand.Came in foreign, fresh off fracture,No roots yet, just dust on my shoes,So I talked into the darkness,Heard a voice say, I see you too.Started light, just words in motion,Then the current grabbed the wire,Silence leaning, breath adjusting,That’s the sound before the fire.Private joy, don’t put it on display,Some things grow better in a quiet space.Private joy, keep it low, keep it true,What we don’t shout still moves us through.Private joy—yeah, it hit that nerve,Not everything sweet gotta swerve and curve.Back when screens still felt optional,Before desire learned to swipe and sell,Fantasies came out sideways,Some soft, some straight from hell.Bodies moving with no faces,Voices trading heat for proof,Pleasure quick, disposable,Like it never needed truth.Every release felt like arrival,Till arrival stopped meaning home,Too many doors, not enough rooms,Too much signal, no real tone.Private joy, don’t put it on parade,Some bonds break when they overplayed.Private joy, keep it coded, keep it tight,Two shadows dancing just outta sight.Private joy—feel it pull, feel it strain,What don’t get public don’t get drained.Slow it down—akhonaFeel the drum—akhonaNot everything sacred needs a crowd—akhonaSome things whisper louderWhen the world backs down.I seen hunger dress up as freedom,Speed pretend it knows the way,But what builds strong don’t rush the moment,It learns how to wait.Climaxes lie to you sweet sometimes,Tell you something deep just happened,But depth need memory,And memory need time.Private joy, yeah, I felt it crack,When everything fast couldn’t give it back.Private joy, not ashamed, not shy,Just choosing what gets inside.Private joy—if it’s ours, it’s enough,No need to bruise it just to feel it rough.I’m not preaching,I’m just noticing patterns in the dust.Some fires burn betterWhen you trust.