1–2 minutes
Today, I find myself wrapped in a peculiar stillness—a hollow feeling that sits quietly inside me. It is neither sorrow nor joy. It is not unrest, nor is it peace.
It simply – IS.
Some days, you notice the body’s subtle signals—a shift in breath, a rumble in the stomach, a tension behind the ribs. And on others, like today, everything is silent. Soft emptiness.
Have you ever felt that way? Have you ever just zoned in so hard that your eyes are the only thing that matters? Every word you type, everything you’re holding—it all hits you straight, no filter, no distractions.
No one who you can call your own.
"I Solemly Swear that I am upto no good" 