Rain rattled the windows while the city pretended to sleep, buses sighing at corners and neon flickering like tired thoughts. Somewhere a radio argued with itself, coffee burned, plans changed, and nothing dramatic happened, which somehow felt important. Quiet, ordinary, unfinished. Still moving. On.sadkjasdsddd
Rain rattled the windows while the city pretended to sleep, buses sighing at corners and neon flickering like tired thoughts. Somewhere a radio argued with itself, coffee burned, plans changed, and nothing dramatic happened, which somehow felt important. Quiet, ordinary, unfinished. Still moving....