The short glance exchanged in crowded rooms—
Staring at shoes during storm clouds, clashing tongues betray.
The echo of laughter in echo chambers, hollow yet vivid.
“Remember when we forgot yesterday?” whispered a stranger.
Should conversations linger like shadows, unacknowledged?
Dialogue drifts: A bird with clipped wings searching. Sense through abstraction, layers thick with bewilderment.
The streets have ears, they remember half-formed confessions conveyed by glances.
Your gaze calls me back, a resonate bonding thread that ties the unconnectable.
“What if dreams collided?” Snippets of optimism wrestle with moments of despair. Every fading sound bites...