Small Moments: Atmosphere by iineslobo

There are things around us that don't belong to us but still shape the way we breathe.

Some days, the air feels crowded with what was said, what never was, memories that didn't ask to stay.

So we look up. Not for answers. For space.

For that brief moment where the chest opens, where the weight loosens, where we remember we are not the walls closing in.

One day, we'll be part of this too. Scattered. Lingering. Unnameable.

Not gone. Just everywhere.