In this city, everyone is always moving. Fast, focused, like they know exactly where they’re going.
But if you pause for a moment and really look, it starts to feel different.
People aren’t really arriving anywhere. They’re just moving.
We see so many faces every day. We talk, we stay connected, we keep ourselves busy.
And still, something feels missing.
Somewhere between all the noise and constant distraction, we’ve forgotten how to truly reach each other.
The city makes it easy to hide.
It covers your silence with sound, your emptiness with routine.
You don’t even notice it at first. It just slowly becomes normal.
So life goes on like that. Conversations that almost mattered.
People who almost became something.
Feelings that were real, but never fully understood.
And maybe that’s what it turns into in the end.
Not the connections we made, but the ones that came close
and somehow stayed just out of reach.
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