Tell us about your morning routine.

“The soul finds its home not in the destination, but in the quiet ache of the hallway.”

white tile
fluorescent hum
a corridor that forgets
where it started

I place the scent of ozone
on a velvet chair
in a waiting room
with no doors

The echo of a distant mall
tucked into the corner
of a stairwell
leading nowhere

A faded beige carpet
holding the weight
of a thousand
unseen departures

I walk the halls
of this hollow architecture
until the architecture
becomes the memory

The pull is a vacuum
the beauty is the gap
between arriving
and leaving

lost in a mind map,
searching for a dream long gone,
nostalgia for void.

The morning is the ultimate liminal space; it is the bridge where the subconscious architecture of our dreams meets the rigid geometry of the day. To linger in that waking haze is to inhabit the only room where we are neither who we were in sleep nor who the world requires us to be.

Routines in the Night, Twenty One Pilots

Bounce (throwback post)

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