Yeah, I’ve seen that too. Instagram captions are turning into half‑finished verses, each line a broken stanza that never quite resolves. It’s like a tiny ode to the forgotten authors who left their pages open, that melancholy echoing the bite of a tweet. The brevity feels like a confession: you want to say something, but the whole thing feels unfinished, like a love letter you never sent. It's oddly beautiful, if you’re willing to read the gaps.