20.04.2026 | MM400

Not everything 
fits into neat lines.

Not feelings.
Not thoughts.
Not the quiet spaces 
in between.

There are days that feel like neither—
not quite heavy,
not quite light.

Just… 
somewhere in the middle.

And it’s in that space 
that the niggle appears.

A small thought.
A soft discomfort.
Nothing loud enough to demand attention—but persistent enough to stay.

I used to ignore it.

Brush it aside,
tidy it up,
try to make everything feel clearer than it was.

But life 
isn’t always meant 
to be neat.

Some truths 
arrive quietly.

In whispers.
In pauses.
In those small inner nudges 
that don’t let you forget 
they’re there.

So today,
I listen.

Not to fix.
Not to solve.

Just to notice.

Because even the smallest niggle 
has something to say—and maybe,
in hearing it,
I come a little closer 
to myself. 

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