AlAnoud Writes

I wake into a room that already exists.

Light on the wall, pale and slow, like something that insists.

I lie still for a moment, aware of breath and skin.

No story yet. No victory. No loss. Just the quiet I’m in.

At work the world arranges itself in lines.

Emails, voices, deadlines, measured designs.

I speak in a tone that sounds like control.

I move through decisions that resemble a role.

From the outside everything holds its frame.

Inside, something watches without a name.

Am I okay?..  I ask without fear.

The question does not echo; it simply appears.

Not heavy. Not bright. Not sharply defined.

Just a steady horizon at the edge of the mind.

At home the air loosens its grip.

Shoes on the floor. Thoughts that slip.

The silence is wider. The light is low.

Time moves without needing to show.

I sit in the middle of nothing extreme.

Not a collapse. Not a dream.

This is the neutral ground I stand on tonight.

Neither shadow nor blazing light.

What is real .. the motion, the part?

Or the quiet observer behind the heart?

Zoom out.

The day becomes small and the city grows wide.

My doubts shrink down to a passing tide.

Zoom out further,  beyond street and sky.

The earth keeps turning without asking why.

And here I remain, simple and still.

Not chasing a peak. Not climbing a hill.

Just here in the center of what I can be.

Uncertain, awake, and strangely free…