“The Light Felt Quiet Today”
Sat by the newspaper stand, not flipping pages—just thoughts too full to unfold.
The bulb above hummed like an old soul, slowly warming the silence.
Sometimes I wonder—
maybe I look most like myself when I’m not saying anything.
Not waiting for anyone,
just trying to look like I might be.
The light settled on my shoulder—not pressure, just presence.
Let the day pass like this,
like a pile of unread papers no one has the heart to throw away.
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