Coins roll loose along the tabletop
Phone screen flickers, fades to black
Doorframe chipped with layers peeling
Footsteps pause, then double back
Laundry sways beside the window
Threads pulled thin from worn-out seams
Streetlight buzz cuts through the silence
Night unravels quiet scenes
Something tilts without a sound
Shadows shift along the ground
In between, a different view
Breaking through
Brightside, turning in my vision
Unexpected kind of shiftin’
Edges soften, colors rise
In disguise
Brightside, catching new reflection
Pulling me in new direction
Nothing forced, it comes alive
On this side
Receipt slips fall out my pocket
Ink runs faint across the crease
Voices pass without a pattern
Fragments land, then quickly cease
Table corners catch a glimmer
Glass rings circle where I sat
Everything feels slightly altered
Hard to trace where I was at
Lines don’t lead the way they did
Details blur where truth once hid
Different angles start to show
Letting go
Brightside, bending old perception
Twisting every small direction
Familiar shapes start to divide
From inside
Brightside, lifting quiet tension
Breaking free from old intention
Subtle waves I can’t deny
Multiply
No clear start or defined end
Pieces scatter, then they blend
All the rules begin to bend
Don’t pretend
Brightside, I don’t try to name it
Every change, I just sustain it
All the patterns realign
Out of line
Brightside, nothing stays expected
Every shift feels reconnected
All I am begins to slide
To this side
