18th February, 2024

blue sky too blue, like someone turned the saturation up just for fun,

yellow walls shouting hello, bridge ahead with “JAMAL 22” scribbled like a secret only some people understand,

10FOOT warning like it matters to me,

girl with pink hair walks past, headphones in, whole world in her head probably,

bins spilling thoughts, graffiti screaming TAOWT in colours that don’t apologise,

everything buzzing but quiet, like the street’s holding its breath,

like maybe I’m the only one who hears it—this little corner that doesn’t ask questions, just exists.