the space between posts

Sometimes the hardest person to unfollow is yourself.

My phone rested on the edge of the desk, glowing like a challenge. TikTok’s icon pulsed softly, waiting. Just one post. That’s all it would take, right?

Just one post, and I’d be back.

My thumb hovered over the screen—frozen by doubt.

It had been months since I last posted. Everything felt different now. Back then, ideas buzzed like fireflies in my mind—bright, fleeting sparks begging to be caught.

Creating used to feel natural, like breathing. It wasn’t work. It was life.

And yet now, it all felt... distant. Faded. Like staring at an old photograph and wondering if that person was ever really me.