"before b.c"

remember those nights before everything changed, when the air tasted like possibility and the city hummed a different tune? this is for the echoes of those stories, the whispered promises under a streetlight sky, a relic from a time suspended in amber and static.

a fragment of what was, an artifact worn soft with memory, carrying the weight of forgotten moments and futures unwritten. a quiet testament to the paths we walked then, and the shadows we chased.

Filed under: things we miss.