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Let The Wrong Thing In

Nov 11, 2025
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By Pierakis Pieri


To belong is not always to match.

Some ideas arrive

dressed in the wrong season

carrying nothing

but the ache of becoming.


You try to make sense of them—

but sense was never their goal.

They knock,

not to be recognised,

but to be allowed.


You’ll want to close the door.

You’ll feel the itch to tidy,

to align,

to mute the note

that doesn’t harmonise.


But leave it.

Let the discord echo.

Let it shift the space

between what you thought

and what could be.


Not every thought

will stay.

Not every vision

is meant to fit.


But some will grow wild

in the corner of your mind—

turning light

into colour

you would never have chosen.


That’s the thing

about letting the wrong thing in.

It teaches you

what right never dared to become.


By Pierakis Pieri


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