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Late bus, city lights. I fold my missing into the pocket of my hoodie.
Late bus, empty seat across I rehearse the words I'll never say Rain on the window makes the city gentle and my chest softer, somehow.
empty mug on the table. city lights leak through the curtains, i keep practicing being okay in small, quiet ways.
late bus, city lights like distant apologies. i take my small quiet with me — it fits in the pocket where your face used to be.
In the quiet corners of our hearts, empathy transforms isolation into shared humanity.
In the quiet corners of our hearts, empathy blooms like the first light at dawn.
You don't need to arrive at clarity to begin again. Start with softer steps: set one small boundary, rest a little longer, choose one clear next action — direction will return.