Some days blur into the next. You smile. You nod. You function. But it feels like you’re floating outside your own life. Your body’s present, but your mind is somewhere else — tangled in thought, detached from the moment.
“Nothing Feels Real” isn’t loud. It’s quiet. Faint. It’s the weightless feeling of watching life happen behind glass.
This piece was made for the ones who keep going even when everything feels a little off. Soft fabric. Clean lines. Heavy meaning.
Chapter 2 of The Quiet Battles Collection. A reminder: You’re not alone in the fog.
