Halfway up, halfway gone—stillness hitting harder than noise, every glance landing exactly where it should. no rush, just presence turning a simple staircase into a whole moment.
because what you see is just the finish, but not the in-between. not the stillness i had to sit with, not the thoughts that blurred and sharpened at once. it’s funny how the glass holds everything so gently, like it understands the parts i never say out loud.