The roses borrowed all the color in the room, leaving the rest wrapped in shadows and quiet reflections. Beyond the glass, the city kept unfolding its endless stories, while I remained with my own.
A stage surrounded by darkness, a sky scattered with tiny stars, and a song finally finding its way home. I spent a long time carrying these feelings, holding them close until they were ready to be heard.
The glow felt endless from where I was. Warm, distant, and strangely familiar. That’s what certain songs do. They create a place you can return to long after the sound has faded, carrying pieces of yourself you didn’t realize you had left there.