They drift through shadows …
… unseen
… invisible
… forgotten
… concealed
… unnoticed
… neglected
They walk the streets of silence, carrying burdens of unspoken dreams.
In their eyes, you see the longing for a place to call home, yet they wander aimlessly, lost in the their own head.
“Home is a feeling,” people (ugh! people) say, but what if that feeling never comes?
They linger in the spaces between belonging and isolation.
Sometimes, they find refuge in fleeting moments, like the soft laughter of strangers, a single rose petal, music carried by the cool breeze, or the warm glow of a sunset.
Yet, these moments are just glimmers of hope, soon swallowed by the shadows again.
They traverse cities that feel indifferent.
Lastly, they ask, “Is it enough to exist?“
