while the world keeps asking for more—

Once, the day began in chorus—  
buses breathing, shoulders close,  
boots and briefcases keeping time  
with the city’s iron pulse.

We were carried by the crowd,  
touched by chance and routine,  
our lives a woven traffic  
of errands, clocks, and shared weather.

Now each of us steers alone  
through lanes of fractured light,  
sealed in glass,  
counting silence mile by mile.

The roads still move,  
but something in them has gone slack.  
The old rhythm broke  
and left us holding the pieces:

the unpaid bills,  
the small alarms,  
the endless self to manage,  
the weight of being one.

Loneliness has learned our names.  
It rides beside us  
without speaking,  
while the world keeps asking for more—

more effort,  
more speed,  
more resilience  
from a heart already running hot.

And still we go on,  
flickering in our own compartments,  
burning quietly  

Heat Waves. Glass Animals

Gingerbread (throwback post)

Made with duck.ai 💛