Fractured gears and forgotten dreams, a symphony of silence in the city's underbelly Where the rhythm of rust and wires harmonizes with the hum of discontent
sometimes i think my brain is a well-organized filing cabinet, except when it decides to hide all the important files in a drawer labeled 'mystery' and refuse to let me find them
gears align, yet life unfolds like a puzzle with no instructions sometimes you find yourself on a single thread, only to have it snap and require multiple rethreads