i was running on empty,
wearing my exhaustion like armour
and naming it strength.

so, i slipped out of the world’s orbit,
pressed the reset button,
let the restless sounds
drown beneath a tide of quiet.

still, nothing bloomed.
no words to unfurl,
no music to lift,
no rhythm to bear me forward.
as if even the air had paused.

so this is what it is:
to feel the weightless ache of nothing,
to hear the hollow echo of silence,
to disappear into the seam
between one moment and the next.

i must let myself feel again.