Seclusion

Something beneath the skin kept trying to become.

A small ceremony of solitude

The quietest people are not empty. They are overcrowded.

Nothing happened. And somehow, that was the whole point.

Almost Seen

And one day you realize you’re not grieving a death. You’re grieving someone breathing, walking, laughing somewhere else

Nothing Moved Except Her

Parallel Loneliness

Some mornings don’t fix you. They just let you stay.

Have you ever felt invisible while everyone kept moving?

I kept going through the collapse.

Now I have become a ghost

The wall kept the last version of her.

A quiet proof that humans are temporary.

The day started quietly. Suspiciously quietly

Passing Through What Remains

A woman disappears through concrete, light, and water.

A Portrait Between Departures

Still Among Moving Shadows

Almost Erased

It feels like something came out of him… and decided to stay.