The coffee shop hums like a time machine
Hot blue light washing over my hands
A receipt curls at the edge of the counter
Ink already starting to fade
The clerk slides my papers back without a
word Our eyes miss each other on purpose
I step outside in the colder air And
the street feels wider than my chest
I keep collecting small confirmations
Like they might add up to something real
I don't need proof
the way I used to Not every feeling needs a witness now
I stopped
asking the room to agree with me Before I'm allowed to calm down
It isn't distance It's finally trusting
what settles in my body without sound
Other sides open at the corner Warm light spills on wet shoes
Someone drops a folder and laughs it off They're skating into traffic
I would rush to rescue every loose
end And every moment slipping sideways
Tonight I watch the chaos organize
itself Like it doesn't need my hand
Maybe certainty isn't something you find
Maybe it stays when you stop chasing
And I don't need proof
in louder colors Or someone else to draw the line
I don't measure peace by how it looks
anymore Only how it holds me inside
It isn't giving up
It's choosing not to doubt what feels steady
Just to feel right
I thought truth would arrive like
evidence Clear and impossible to deny
But it moves like breath through a cracked window
Soft
and still alive
No headline moment No perfect frame
No closing argument to win
The quietness in my chest I finally listen to again
I don't need proof to keep my
balance Or reason strong enough to stay
I don't need to explain what finally
fits me Just to let it shape my days
It isn't blind faith
It's learning how to believe my own nervous system
When it says I'm okay
I fold the papers into my bag Let the night erase the countertide
And walk home lighter
Without needing to show why