Night by night
sometimes full moon, sometimes none at all.
Last night, the sky cried.
Tonight, it exhales something warmer, softer.
Spotify becomes my escape,
letting the songs take over like an old soul
tuning in to who I used to be.

How do I feel?
Neither sad nor happy.
Just… peaceful.
Let the next song play, let me sit with this quiet.

I turn down the lights.
Coffee in one hand, slow good music in the air
I tell myself, this is enough for now.
If I were a martabak, the topping would be cheese:
simple, sweet and savory, not asking for attention.
If I were an animal, I’d be a firefly
glowing only when it’s dark enough to be seen.
If I were a flower,
it’d be the kind that blooms when no one’s watching.

Maybe being alone doesn’t always mean being lonely.
Maybe this stillness is growth with softer shoes.
If someone ever asked where I’ve been all this time,
I’d smile and say,
“I’ve been learning how to be enough,
even without a crowd to clap for it."