𝒯he night was calm and endless, and silence had wrapped itself around the entire room.
loneliness sat by the window, staring at the distant lights, while soft music played quietly in the background.
every note felt like a piece of an old memory; a memory that still remained somewhere in the corner of the heart.
on that quiet night, there was nothing but the sound of music and endless thoughts.
sometimes, loneliness isn’t sad. sometimes, it is simply a chance to sit in silence, listen to a soft song, and understand the things that can never be heard in the noise of the day.