


The Sense of Not Enough Room

Holding More Than Fits

When Inside Feels Crowded

The Quiet Pressure You Don’t Name

Carrying Without Setting Anything Down

When There’s No Space Between Moments

The Feeling of Everything Touching

Existing Inside a Narrow Margin

When the Day Has No Breathing Room

The Subtle Weight of Too Many Things

When Nothing Is Falling Apart—but Nothing Is Light

Living Without Empty Space

The Pressure of Constant Holding

When Experience Has No Edges

The Tightness That Builds Quietly

Being Surrounded From the Inside

When There’s No Place to Set Things Down

The Feeling of Carrying Life All at Once

































































