Parle moi

The city is buzzing, but inside, there's silence, a silence so profound you can hear your heart rustling with memories like banknotes. Nobody counts pennies here, only losses. Love and loyalty sound like old vows that you still can't dismiss, even if life has long since changed its address. Between the lines, there's the weariness of an adult who understood the price of the world and their place in it too early. On the outside, there's composure, but inside, there's a fine crack through which everything seeps: pain, tenderness, and a little bit of faith that somewhere out there is someone who will understand without words.