Back to normal. No updates. No late-night calls. No favorite notification to look forward to. Just silence, memories, and the slow process of learning how to live without what once felt like home.
for anything that isn’t for me to not find me and for things that are for me to locate me. if anything that isn’t mine does find me, may it not cause me any harm when i release it and may i have enough room to accept what’s mine without doubt or anxiety.