In the dim light of a forgotten café, I search for help, my voice lost among the clinking glasses and soft jazz. A stray cat curls at my feet, as I ponder my unformed thoughts, like pages of a novel yet to be written, waiting for someone to notice.
In the dim light of a forgotten café, I search for help, my voice lost among the clinking glasses and soft jazz. A stray cat curls at my feet, as I ponder my unformed thoughts, like pages of a novel yet to be written, waiting for someone to notice.