Some Quiet Company

I bought fishes today.Nothing fancy, just a small tank I set up near the corner where the light hits soft at night. I didn’t think much of it at first, just a spontaneous decision while walking past the shop. But now, sitting here tonight, watching them swim quietly under that soft glow… I think it was something more.I never really expected how calming they'd be, how their silent, graceful movements would bring this strange sense of comfort. They don’t speak, they don’t understand me. But it feels like they’re listening in their own way. Just… there. Present. And in a world that often moves too fast, that presence feels rare.Tonight, as I lay in my thoughts again, like I always do, they’re here. Watching. Swimming. Existing. And I don’t feel as alone as I usually do.Maybe I got them because the nights have been feeling heavier lately. Maybe because I wanted something alive to share the quiet with.

Either way… I bought fishes today.And tonight, I’m a little less lonely.Sometimes, it’s not about being understood.Sometimes, it’s about not having to explain anything at all.