一人部屋

The room is illuminated by a dim yellow light, and the clock in the corner ticks softly. The silence envelops the space, with only the sound of my breathing and the occasional rustling of pages. Outside the window, the world keeps moving, lights flicker in the night, but they feel distant, as if they belong to another place. I sit at the edge of the bed, hands resting on my knees, my mind a blank canvas. This one-room space feels like a barrier between me and the world. It's not loneliness; rather, the quiet draws me closer to myself. In this moment, I don’t need explanations, nor do I need to rush forward. Perhaps, this moment is enough.