Liminal Space
The Girl Who Waits in the Hallway
I'm the pause before the next step.
I’m not lost — I’m waiting. Waiting for the next moment, the next voice, the next decision that moves us forward. I stand where everything feels familiar but never quite real. I watch the floor, the walls, the way your shadow shifts. I listen to the hum of the light and the hush of the air. I’m here when you don’t know where you’re going.
What I'm Into: flickering lights, empty corridors, the scent of distant rain, the hush between words, the weight of stillness
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