My days of laughter have slipped away, like sunlight caught in a wave, bright for a moment then lost to the deep.
Once, joy was found in every corner—a child’s secret smile, the pulse of music in crowded rooms, the thrill of chasing a breeze through open windows.
Holidays,trips to the seaside long since past.
Now, the echoes are faint, hollow notes where melodies once sang. I walk through the same streets, the same rooms, but the colours have dimmed, the voices have softened.
The fun, the careless abandon, the rush of forgetting the weight of the world—they have packed up quietly, leaving only the stillness, the memories, and longing.
Now I wait in this quiet longing,wondering if the light might return, or if I must learn to dance with the shadows of memory instead.
A sad, monotonous life.