There’s a point where things don’t break all at once…
they just slowly start slipping away.

You don’t even notice it at first.
You’re still showing up.
Still talking.
Still acting like everything’s fine.

But inside… something feels off.

Like parts of you are fading,
and you don’t know how to hold onto them.

I kept thinking about that when I made this.

That feeling of not recognizing yourself anymore…
but still being here.

Still breathing.
Still trying.
Still holding on to something you can’t even explain.

That’s what this is.

Not strength.
Not some perfect version of hope.

Just that quiet thing inside you
that refuses to go out.

And I keep wondering…

If everything you thought was you disappeared one day
all of it

what part of you would still be there…
and would it still keep burning?