Steam rising from a cracked teacup,
I’m just sitting in my room,
Trying to slow my breathing while the city starts to loom.
Alleyways outside feel tighter than before,
Like every turn I take just leads me back to more.
I swear I feel eyes on me,
even when I’m alone,
Like the walls got a memory,
like the place got a tone.
Every little sound got me asking what does it means,
But there’s never any answers,
just the silence in between.
I been carrying things I don’t know how to explain,
Try to set ’em down but they just come back the same.
Time don’t feel right
it slips, it drags, it bends,
Days blur together,
nights don’t ever really end.
See people moving past me but I can’t match the pace,
They laughing, living normal
I’m just stuck in one place.
Built my own walls just to feel a little safe,
Now I’m tripping over them, got nowhere left to escape.
There’s a drip from the ceiling,
yeah I hear it when it’s quiet,
Like a warning I ignore ‘cause I don’t wanna try it.
Even the floor hums,
like it knows something I don’t,
Like it’s holding onto stories that it knows that I won’t.
But I’m still getting up,
still moving through the day,
Even when it feels like I’m just drifting away.
Somewhere in the noise there’s a piece of me that stays,
Trying to hold it together in a thousand small ways.
In thousand small ways...
Mar 28
Mar 28, 2026 at 5:53 PM UTC
Steam rising from a cracked teacup,
I’m just sitting in my room,
Trying to slow my breathing while the city starts to loom.
Alleyways outside feel tighter than before,
Like every turn I take just leads me back to more.
I swear I feel eyes on me,
even when I’m alone,
Like the walls got a memory,
like the place got a tone.
Every little sound got me asking what does it means,
But there’s never any answers,
just the silence in between.
I been carrying things I don’t know how to explain,
Try to set ’em down but they just come back the same.
Time don’t feel right
it slips, it drags, it bends,
Days blur together,
nights don’t ever really end.
See people moving past me but I can’t match the pace,
They laughing, living normal
I’m just stuck in one place.
Built my own walls just to feel a little safe,
Now I’m tripping over them, got nowhere left to escape.
There’s a drip from the ceiling,
yeah I hear it when it’s quiet,
Like a warning I ignore ‘cause I don’t wanna try it.
Even the floor hums,
like it knows something I don’t,
Like it’s holding onto stories that it knows that I won’t.
But I’m still getting up,
still moving through the day,
Even when it feels like I’m just drifting away.
Somewhere in the noise there’s a piece of me that stays,
Trying to hold it together in a thousand small ways.
In thousand small ways...
Tea cup
Written by Malcolm Gladwin
28/03/2026
