Twilight bleeds across the sky, that fragile space between what was and what could’ve been. I sit beneath the same tree, though it feels different now. Smaller. Quieter. The wind still sings, but the words don’t sound like they used to. Every flicker of light feels like a memory trying to pretend it still matters. I think the stars are just reflections, reminders of moments too far gone to touch. Maybe I never missed a person… maybe I just missed who I was when the light was still warm. And as the sky fades to black, I finally understand, it was never the world that changed. It was me. Artwork, Poem, Code: Me Music: Everything Is Wrong (Ext.) by LUNACYCL
