You expected something to happen.
A sign.
A direction.
A clear next step.
But nothing arrives.
You are still here.
And for the first time
that doesn’t feel like failure.
It feels… unfamiliar.
Quieter.
Like something is rearranging
without asking you for permission.
And then the question comes.
What now?
I don’t know.
I don’t know if this is moving
or if I will stay here forever.
I don’t know if this is the beginning
or just another form of waiting.
I don’t know.
I’m still here…
…
What now?
I don’t know.
I don’t know if this is moving
or if I will stay here forever.
I don’t know if this is the beginning
or just another form of waiting.
I don’t know.
I’m still here…
…
You can leave at any time.
If this mirror spoke for you, let it travel.