in between hours
while the sky blinked slow and nobody asked anything from me.
afternoons feel like limbo.
not morning’s promise,
not night’s softness —
just this quiet middle
where time forgets itself.
i’m not doing much,
just sitting with thoughts
that don’t ask to be solved.
just felt like saying hi to the world
without needing it to wave back.
afternoons feel like limbo.
not morning’s promise,
not night’s softness —
just this quiet middle
where time forgets itself.
i’m not doing much,
just sitting with thoughts
that don’t ask to be solved.
just felt like saying hi to the world
without needing it to wave back.