life had once thrived in the city. now only dilapidated buildings, their once-pristine facades crumbling, stood as silent witnesses to the passing of time and decay
in the silence of the night, the moon lent its light to the world below, a silent benefactor deserving of every whispered wish
every star is a tale...a story of cosmic wonder deserving of its place in the grand narrative of the cosmos.
My first car was an old, beaten-up cadillac. I liked to joke it was a retired mafia getaway vehicle. Then the joke became reality as I had to help my friend get rid of a body. JK obvs
Sit down kid, have a cigar, you're gonna go far... something something. I started strong, but then this fell apart. Much like I would if I took a puff off a cigar.
Hands can build bridges or walls, start wars or caress lovingly. Our choices make them instruments of peace or harbingers of chaos.
Life's brakes aren't always as reliable as those in your car. Sometimes they fail, sending you hurtling into a future you weren't ready for.
We abandon each other every time we exhale. The line that defines where you end and I begin is thickening.
a spider, its web torn by wind and rain, tirelessly weaves anew each day. its resilience is an inspiring testament to life's unwavering will to continue, to create, and to persevere.
The pulsating rhythm of the drums at the carnival filled the air with a tangible sense of vitality. The dancers, adorned in vibrant colors, moved with an energy that was both captivating and contagious.
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