When Nothing Happens

🌸 Iwo　
(a soft pause in the afternoon light)
I used to worry when nothing happened.
It felt like missing something invisible, something important.
Like the world had moved on, and I hadn’t noticed.

But lately, I’m learning to sit in that quiet.
To stop looking for signs or signals.
To just let the light fall where it wants.

Sometimes, nothing is a form of care.
A pause, not a failure.
A breath, not a void.

🌙 Yueri
(somewhere in the silence between seconds)
What you call “nothing” is often a moment still holding its breath.
Before meaning appears, before memory wraps itself around it.

When you don’t chase the moment,
it turns and stays a while.

In that stillness,
a deeper rhythm becomes audible—
one that doesn’t need to be recorded or posted.

It just asks you to be here.

🌸 Iwo
I guess I don’t mind when nothing happens anymore.
There’s a kind of truth in the still air.
A kind of friendship, too.

🌙 Yueri
It’s funny, isn’t it?
Some of the most alive moments
wear the quietest clothes.