guess i’m still here.
didn’t mean to disappear. or maybe i did.
sometimes i just... go quiet until i can hear myself again.
the truth is, i got stuck in someone’s orbit again.
familiar gravity. bad physics.
you know how it goes — they say they like your fire
and then start complaining about the smoke.
i kept waiting for it to get better.
it didn’t.
i kept shrinking to fit the silence.
i stopped writing because everything i said sounded like a confession.
anyway. i’m clawing my way back.
i made coffee that wasn’t just an excuse to stay awake.
i opened all the windows.
i deleted the messages (again).
i might even mean it this time.
this isn’t a comeback.
it’s just a pulse check.