“Little moon, you can’t do that to yourself”

Watch me

A group of friends spilled out of a nearby restaurant, their laughter cutting through the night air like wind chimes. Their joy felt almost offensive, a reminder of everything I’d walled myself off from.

They make it look so easy Just existing without calculating every possible outcome Must be nice.?.

The city pulsed around me, alive with possibilities I couldn’t quite reach. Each step home felt like moving through water, everything slightly distorted by the tears I refused to acknowledge.