Just came back from a funeral.
Mood’s low.
Heavy.
Still.
I found myself back on that chair —
the one at the balcony I always go to
when I need to feel something real.
I looked up.
The sky was quiet.
Except for one star, blinking at me
like it knew something I didn’t.
In life, people come and go.
They arrive like whispers
and leave like echoes.
And suddenly, I started wondering —
How long will I be here?
How much more time do I have in this world?
We never know.
But tonight,
I’m still here.
Breathing.
Thinking.
Feeling.
A peaceful night,
for someone still alive.
And somehow,
that feels like enough.
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