In the quiet of a long afternoon,
Time drifts slowly, like dust in the air,
My coffee’s gone cold, it's heat gone without a care,
And my phone buzzes, interrupting nothing,
Outside the window, laughter flashes past,
But inside, the room forgets how to echo,
No storms here, just a stillness that lasts,
A pause where every sound feels shallow,
No heartbreak, no nights split open by fear,
Just the weight of existing too carefully,
A gray that settles without appearing severe,
Thoughts loosen their grip unevenly,
Nothing’s quite wrong, but it’s not really right,
The day keeps breathing without me inside it,
A small hope flickers, then slips out of sight,
I stay where the music never quite started.
Mar 13
Mar 13, 2026 at 8:22 PM UTC
In the quiet of a long afternoon,
Time drifts slowly, like dust in the air,
My coffee’s gone cold, it's heat gone without a care,
And my phone buzzes, interrupting nothing,
Outside the window, laughter flashes past,
But inside, the room forgets how to echo,
No storms here, just a stillness that lasts,
A pause where every sound feels shallow,
No heartbreak, no nights split open by fear,
Just the weight of existing too carefully,
A gray that settles without appearing severe,
Thoughts loosen their grip unevenly,
Nothing’s quite wrong, but it’s not really right,
The day keeps breathing without me inside it,
A small hope flickers, then slips out of sight,
I stay where the music never quite started.
