Sussurrare alla città

Morning chaos hits different when you're alone in a crowd. Legs rushing past, taxis blurring by,

everyone chasing something. Then I found my corner. A coffee cup warming

my hands, pages turning slowly, watching the world move outside my train window.

Empty hotel hallways at dawn, benches waiting for no one. Sometimes the loneliest

moments in a city full of millions teach you the most about yourself. I stopped running

with the crowd and started walking my own path. Now I see the skyline differently.

Not as a place I'm trying to conquer, but as a backdrop to my own quiet revolution.

The city still screams, but I've learned to whisper back.