metal chain

the hum of the city, a forgotten melody playing on repeat. streetlights bloom like plastic flowers, painting the asphalt in electric hues as the night dissolves into a hazy, shimmering memory. it's the weight of something carried, a quiet glint in the fleeting light.

a story unfinished, a whisper tethered. this is for those nights you walk the long way home, tracing constellations you didn't quite catch.

filed under: after the fade.