12:01 and the city exhales Streetlights hum saying my name Windows glow, but nobody’s home Just the quiet and the long way back I reach for the air where you should be Close enough that it remembers me One of those moments that just slip From my heart to my fingertips These nights don’t mean … Continue reading Midnight
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She watches it all—silent, unshaken. A reflection of something real, or just a memory staring back? I found this mural on a quiet evening, the kind of evening where the sky holds onto the last bit of light just long enough to make you stop and take it in. The Mona Lisa stares through those … Continue reading She Sees Everything
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