There’s a space I keep for nothing,
not sadness, not regret, not sound,
just a quiet kind of waiting
where I let my thoughts slow down.
Not every feeling needs a reason,
not every answer needs a name,
some days I simply sit with time
and let it be without the game.
And in that empty kind of stillness,
I find myself without disguise—
not lost, not found, just simply here,
beneath a pair of honest skies.