Lit Up
The Cadence of Existence
Haibun
The city breathes a sentient labyrinth of stone and shadow, where the pulse of humanity echoes through the veins of cobblestone streets and the silent whispers of forgotten alleys. Life unfolds like an ancient manuscript in myriad forms, each page a testament to the soul's endurance. The mornings arrive with a chorus of footsteps, the symphony of a thousand lives intersecting in fleeting moments of connection and solitude. We are wanderers in this urban expanse, seekers of meaning amidst the mundane, pilgrims on a pilgrimage of self-discovery.
In the stillness of dusk, the city’s heart beats with a slower rhythm, a lullaby of neon lights and distant murmurs. We find solace in the fleeting beauty of the ordinary, the laughter of children playing beneath the towering skyscrapers, and a stranger's knowing glance. Life is a delicate balance of joy and sorrow, dreams realized and aspirations deferred. We are poets of our narratives, crafting verses of resilience and hope, ever mindful of the inevitable passage of time.
Life’s fleeting shadow
Falls upon the dawn’s embrace —
Whispers in the wind.
Ani Eldritch 2024
