The Echo of Silence
The streetlights flickered as she walked, her shadow trailing behind.
Her breath visible in the cold air, each step a muffled echo on the
empty pavement. The city slept, unaware of her thoughts unraveling,
untangling themselves from the threads of a day too long. She paused,
gazing at the distant skyline, its silhouette a jagged edge against the
darkness. Her hands trembled slightly, a reminder of the weight she
carried, not just in her arms but in her heart. The silence of the night
wrapped around her like a blanket, soothing yet suffocating, a paradox
of comfort and isolation. She wondered how many others wandered these
streets, lost in their own minds, searching for something they couldn't
quite name. The clock tower chimed, its sound resonating through the
deserted streets, a reminder that time moved on, regardless of
whether she did. She exhaled, watching the mist of her breath
disperse into the night, a fleeting moment of clarity in the
vast expanse of uncertainty that lay ahead. She resumed her walk,
her pace steady, as if trying to outrun the thoughts that chased
her, relentless in their pursuit. The world felt both vast and
narrow, a labyrinth of possibilities and dead ends, each turn
leading to a new question, a new doubt, a new hope. The night
stretched before her, endless, yet she knew dawn would come,
bringing with it a new day, a new chance, a new beginning.
But for now, she walked, letting the rhythm of her steps guide her,
a metronome in the symphony of the city's slumber.
Copyright © Daizane Jackson | Year Posted 2024
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