Beneath the canopy of stars, the night whispers secrets of days gone by. I walk these quiet streets, tracing the echoes of laughter that once filled these alleys.
It's not the isolation that grips me, but the memories that dance in the corners of my mind. A flicker of streetlight reveals shadows of lost conversations—glimmering reflections caught momentarily before fading back into the dark.
Nights like these coax the heart to speak. A confessional confession to the void where the remnants of my former self linger, clinging to places untouched by the passing of time. The air, crisp and cool, carries the scent of rain-soaked pavement, a familiar embrace.
I search the sky for answers, for celestial signs—anything to guide this weary soul through the labyrinth of solitude. Each star, a wish thrown into the night, flickers with untold promise. Even the silence here feels profound, a weight against my chest as I breathe in the vastness of the universe.