The Silence Between Two Breaths
There is a silence between two breaths that no one talks about.
It is not empty. It is crowded with things we refuse to name— regret wearing yesterday’s face, hope knocking without permission, fear pretending to be practical.
In that pause, you are not your job, not your mistakes, not the version of you that survived by becoming smaller.
You are simply alive, undecided, still allowed to change.
The breath goes out. The next one arrives. And the silence, faithful and unnoticed, waits again.
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