Breathing In The Blur The room is scattered, paint on the floor, music in the air, and somehow the mess feels alive. Curtains sway with the breeze that smells of rain, half-finished thoughts lie open on the table. Plans fall apart, coffee stains turn to stars, I laugh at the silence that never stays quiet. Even the broken things seem to glow, like they’re proud of the cracks that made them whole. Maybe beauty isn’t in order or calm, but in the noise, the laughter, the rush of it all. It’s in the whispered secrets under the bed, the half-burnt candles that smell like evenings past. It’s in shoes left by the door, the tiny battles we fight and forget, the papers we never file and the dreams we never pause. Even mistakes shine when the light hits them right. I think I’ll stay here a little longer, In this beautiful chaos that feels like home, because somewhere inside the mess, everything that matters is quietly breathing. Athena Mukherjee 8C
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