shizosofii

Anger settles deeper into my bones.

Laughter to my left, a smile to my right.

Echoes of footsteps ahead,

the quiet of the street behind.

Turn around, and you'll find a small crowd.

Some carefree. Some exhausted.

Some glowing. Some already falling apart.

Most of them are not alone.

They have someone. A partner. A friend.

Someone to share the silence with,

or simply to exist beside.

They make belonging look so effortless.

But are any of them truly connected?

You blink. A mirror stands before you.

Your only companion meets your eyes.

He smiles, then leans in to whisper a secret.

That everything could end

in the space of a single moment.

But do you really want that?

Or have you lost so much hope

that you can no longer imagine

another way forward?

Still, he is your only companion.

Perhaps even your only friend.

And he always tells you what's best for you...