everywhere<3

Sometimes the ghosts of living people haunt more strongly than the dead. And it seems like everything is over: the streets have changed, the song on repeat has long been erased from the playlist, but the habit of looking back remains. In every reflection, there's a hint, in the crowd's noise, a familiar voice, in the darkness, outlines that don't exist. And even though my mind assures me it's just my memory playing tricks, my body remembers differently. It flinches at every "similar" one, seeks warmth in random arms, and gets angry that it's not the right one. Between the rhythm, the light, and the echo of past footsteps, there remains a strange feeling, as if the world has become a mirror reflecting only one person. And because of that, the emptiness somehow seems too loud.