"Money Melts"

the city hums a low, electric drone tonight, mirroring the static in your mind. another late-night transaction, another silent promise made under the dim glow of a streetlamp. this is for the moments currency slips through your fingers like smoke.

a worn-out feeling, the kind that settles deep in your bones after too many fading memories and too much cheap coffee. it’s a canvas for the unraveling, a testament to the beautiful decay.

filed under: the cost of living.