Parallel Quantum

Between shattered timepieces, where minutes dissolve to falsified heroics, there rests a barren truth—
the sky above us never knew our names;
instead, it cradles silent witnesses to our missteps over imagined bridges.

They say the stars are eternal flames, yet they flicker with tales untold and ruptured dreams wrapped in borrowed promises. I walk the sidewalks of my memory pausing as regret builds cities across my veins.

Beneath these nude electric lights, every shadow stitched with honest deceit, we find: A thousand voices synchronized, murmuring the secret in cycles of serene denial.