Currently…

Reading:
Old blog posts. Not just mine—others too.
The kind of posts people used to write when no one was watching. Quiet, clumsy, honest.

Writing:
A letter to a version of myself who once waited for a message that never came.
It wasn’t about love. Just a kind of curiosity that turned into ache.
Wrote it down so it wouldn’t stay inside forever.

Listening to:
Lo-fi. Rain sounds. Anything that doesn’t talk back.

Thinking:
About how much quieter I’ve become online.
Not because I don’t have things to say—
but because I’m learning not everything deserves an audience.

Smelling:
Black coffee. It’s not sweet. Neither is this week. But I’m still drinking it anyway.

Wishing:
I could go back to being that girl who posted just to say “I’m still here.”
She wasn’t trying to impress anyone. She just needed to exist.

Hoping:
That I still carry parts of her with me. Even now.

Loving:
That blogging still feels like home, even when it’s just a quiet room with one light on.

Needing:
Space. Rest. A reply I don’t have to wait days for.

Feeling:
Heavy and light, all at once.
But alive. And that’s something.

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This Sunday’s small reminder:
You don’t always need to explain your silence.
Sometimes, it is the explanation.