sometimes i wonder if anyone's really listening anymore. these words drift into the void like smoke, dissipating before they ever reach anyone real.

the city looks different through static. everything's breaking apart at the edges. i can feel myself fragmenting too—pixelated memories of better days, corrupted files i can't recover.

maybe that's all we are. temporary signals in an infinite darkness. beautiful because we're fleeting. sad because we know it.

if you're reading this, i hope you find peace in the static. i hope you know you're not alone in the dark.