I have 187 notes on my phone. Not a single one of them is finished.

Seriously. There are no long texts there. There are pieces. Fragments. Scraps from life that may not come together into a full canvas, but together they create something that I trust. This is me.

One note has only one phrase: "I was short of two words so as not to lose it" 💬. I don't even remember what it was about. Maybe about a conversation with a friend, maybe about someone who stopped writing. But every time I reread it, I feel a prick - it means it was important.

There is a note: "Buy milk. And forget it in the fridge, just like the feelings" 🥛❄️. Obviously, sarcasm worked on a bad day. But I like the way it sounds.

In another, there is a list of names, and among them is my name, but in reverse order. Apparently, she was experimenting with how my shadow version might sound. 👤

Some lines seem alien. But this is also about us - we sometimes lose ourselves and find ourselves in strange words. In other people's phrases, accidentally overheard in a cafe. In melodies that we cannot remember. 🎶

I love these notes for their incompleteness. Like people - real, strange, not fully understood.

Sometimes I think that maybe happiness is not in order and a clean screen. And in the note that says:
"There is not much left. The main thing is not to press "delete"" 💾.