Empty Streets, Empty Heart
The neighborhood lay quiet around me—no cars passed, no distant voices, just the gentle rustle of leaves and the sound of my restless footsteps. The stillness of the streets mirrored the emptiness yawning inside me, a hollow void craving answers. I walked on, letting the cool air dull the chaos in my mind, attempting to gather the scattered fragments of a life that now felt shattered like broken puzzle pieces strewn across these deserted roads.
Empty Streets, Empty Heart
Memories In The Park
I found myself at the park, where the echoes of laughter still clung to the swings and slides, memories of joyful picnics and soccer games playing on a relentless loop—bittersweet and piercing. This place had always been our family’s sanctuary, but now it felt haunted by all that could have been and should have been. Sitting on a familiar bench, I let the past and present merge into a tangled web, overwhelmed by the heavy weight of lost innocence.
Memories In The Park
