Some days feel like a Comma, not a Full Stop☺️
Life is a sentence, with its punctuation marks. Full stops are the endings or the beginnings of new chapters. Commas are the pauses, the breaths and waiting zones. “Some days aren’t about finishing, they’re about holding on before the next day. ”😇 There are photographs fragments of time that refuse to age. I don’t delete them. I don’t revisit them either. They simply exist, tucked away in the corners of my phone like ghosts that haven’t decided whether to haunt or leave. Not gone. Not alive. Just… paused. I know that if I dare to open them, the silence will break. Something will rise maybe a version of myself I buried under layers of time, or a feeling I swore I’d never let breathe again. Those pixels carry weight heavier than memories, they hold echoes of laughter, shadows of conversations, fingerprints of someone who once felt like home. So I don’t touch them. I let them stay untouched, quiet, like a sealed letter you can’t bring yourself to read. They sit there with patience,...