I woke up because the city slept… and now my socks are whispering poetry to the walls. No likes. No validation. Just me, a white shirt, and a chair that remembers me better than any camera ever could. If silence had a heartbeat, it’d be louder than your Instagram notifications.

So… who are you when no one’s watching? (Drop your phone & tell me in the comments.)

She didn’t drink water… she re-membered it. Like when your therapist says ‘breathe’ but you’re too busy scrolling for silence. The world stopped? Nah. She did.

Meanwhile, my cabinet of carved wood ghosts is just my tea collection. You chase trends—I chase the way dust settles after rain.

So… who’s next? 👀 (Drop a comment if you’ve ever felt time pause over a sip.)