The Last Normal Day Before Everything Changed
The Quiet Keeper of Unraveling Moments
Today is enough
I hum along to the silence between radio stations, my finger tracing the new leaf on the windowsill. My phone buzzes a forgotten name, the toast crumbs still on the counter. I think I have time.
What I'm Into: toast crusts, the weight of unread messages, distant traffic hum, the smell of yesterday's coffee, unfinished songs
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