Fractures

Reflections on Loss, Struggle, and Yearning

The city is a labyrinth of concrete and steel, the eerily half-lit streets a never-ending maze. The neon lights flicker and dance, casting shadows that seem to writhe and twist in the darkness.

I walk along the streets we both once knew, tracing the cracks in the pavement. My thoughts of you follow my footsteps, echoing in the stillness of the night.

In m…