#suburbiawave

Nothing Happened, and That Was the Point

You didn’t have the words for it back then—what you were feeling, or even why you needed to be alone.

But you knew the stillness mattered. That the lake could hold your thoughts without interrupting.

No noise. No music. Just water, rock, and breath.

You’re not sure where you were going. Just that it was too early. The bus was cold, the windows fogged, and your thoughts were too big for your body.

You weren’t driving yet. Just sitting in the backseat, soundtracking your life like it was a movie.

The city felt massive—full of secrets and strangers and possibility. You didn’t know it then, but you were already writing your origin story.