finally.

There’s a kind of stillness I’ve only just learned to appreciate, the kind that doesn’t rush in, but settles quietly, like the way light softens just before sunset. It’s not loud or dramatic. 

The other day, I laughed at something I would’ve ignored a few months ago. I feel lighter overall, like I'm finally improving myself and relieving this weight off of my shoulders.  Funny how some weights disappear without a sound.

I’ve been noticing details again. The shape of clouds, the exact colour of overripe strawberries, how strangers smile when they think no one’s watching. My phone stays face down. My thoughts feel less like spirals and more like steady tides.

It’s not that anything huge happened. Sometimes, clarity doesn’t announce itself. It arrives slowly, like mist curling off the sea. You just look up one day and realise you’re not waiting for anything anymore.

Some stories don’t need an ending to be over. Some doors close so gently, you only notice once the draft is gone.

Anyway. I’m sleeping again.