It seems that I have learned how to breathe again.
It seems that the sky is brighter than usual.
The gradient in the sky feels unusually beautiful.
The water washing over my feet
seems to carry away my feelings for you.
Everything is so pretty.
Everything feels so divine—like a quiet bliss, like wine.
That heavy weight on my shoulders
seems to have lifted,
and my foggy vision begins to clear again.
Everything negative about my day
seems to fade away.
I no longer care about what anybody else thinks,
nor do I suffer the same social anxiety.
Everything about this feels brand new.
Everything seems more cheerful and light,
which makes it all feel slightly surreal.
I have finally learned the art of letting go.
I can finally stop stressing about you—
because I no longer wish
to read the same chapter again.
And yet, sometimes,
I still find your name
resting quietly between the lines.
Mar 27
Mar 27, 2026 at 1:40 PM UTC
It seems that I have learned how to breathe again.
It seems that the sky is brighter than usual.
The gradient in the sky feels unusually beautiful.
The water washing over my feet
seems to carry away my feelings for you.
Everything is so pretty.
Everything feels so divine—like a quiet bliss, like wine.
That heavy weight on my shoulders
seems to have lifted,
and my foggy vision begins to clear again.
Everything negative about my day
seems to fade away.
I no longer care about what anybody else thinks,
nor do I suffer the same social anxiety.
Everything about this feels brand new.
Everything seems more cheerful and light,
which makes it all feel slightly surreal.
I have finally learned the art of letting go.
I can finally stop stressing about you—
because I no longer wish
to read the same chapter again.
And yet, sometimes,
I still find your name
resting quietly between the lines.