Stuck In The Middle

Sometimes relationships are like a room without doors: it seems like everything is still together, but the exit has been lost somewhere between ‘hello’ and ‘goodbye.’ The words sound familiar, your hands remember the warmth, but inside it's already cold and quiet, like before the rain. Nothing collapses loudly - it just cracks at the joints.

Both stand on the border where love no longer saves, but it's still scary to let go. It seems that if you linger for a moment, everything will become clear - but no. Only the echo of your own doubts and the rhythm of your heart, which repeats the same thing over and over: ‘stuck in the middle.’ And maybe this is the most honest place between ‘everything was’ and ‘nothing remains.’