rough neck"

the city hums a low, forgotten tune. headlights cut through a lingering haze, painting fleeting moments on concrete. this was an era of whispered secrets and shared headphones, when every night held the promise of an untold story, etched in the faint glow of a phone screen.

there's a familiar weight to it, a gentle embrace against the chill, a silent witness to countless forgotten melodies and midnight revelations.

filed under: the last light on the horizon.