Inspired by Bruno Major’s song
There are people who drift into our lives like music—soft, fleeting, and almost unreal. You don’t notice it at first, how their presence wraps around your days like the fading hum of a melody you didn’t know you needed. Then one day, they’re gone. And what remains is not quite a memory, not quite a dream—just something in between.
A figment.
Bruno Major’s song, “Figment of My Mind,” feels like that space in between longing and acceptance. It captures the ache of remembering someone who once felt permanent, but now only exists in the corners of your thoughts. Not as a person anymore—but a feeling, a scent, a song that reminds you of them when you weren’t even trying to remember. Sometimes I wonder, how many people have I become a figment to? A passing presence in their story. A blurry scene that once meant something but now dissolves like morning fog.
So here’s to the figments—the almosts, the what-ifs, the moments that shaped us gently. We carry them not as regrets, but as parts of who we’ve become.
Even if we only exist in someone else’s memory as a faint echo… that doesn’t make us any less real.
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