"In the rubble of the world,
wisdom waits—
not in noise,
but in the hush between pages."
"They sit
where the city cracked,
writing futures in the margins
of a torn-up past."
"Two stars
fallen to earth,
learning about each other
by the light
of a red moon."
"Boots on broken stone,
hearts stitched in denim—
we read to remember
what the silence forgot."
"Rain slips through the scaffold gaps,
drumming stories on their shoulders.
They Walk on, sharing warmth
in a world that swears it has none."
Feb 11
Feb 11, 2026 at 5:35 AM UTC
"In the rubble of the world,
wisdom waits—
not in noise,
but in the hush between pages."
"They sit
where the city cracked,
writing futures in the margins
of a torn-up past."
"Two stars
fallen to earth,
learning about each other
by the light
of a red moon."
"Boots on broken stone,
hearts stitched in denim—
we read to remember
what the silence forgot."
"Rain slips through the scaffold gaps,
drumming stories on their shoulders.
They Walk on, sharing warmth
in a world that swears it has none."
These verses are part of a series following a teen boy and girl living on the edges of the city, trying to work out where they belong or if theres a place for them at all. They move through cracks in the world, writing their own meaning in the margins, learning each others light, and holding on to stories when everything else feels temporary.
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