The Weight of Tomorrow

The years ahead stretch out like endless blank pages in the dark. The weight of

tomorrow feels like an anchor dragging through the deep. Wandering through the infinite shadows of

a city that never noticed. A sea of faces passing by in a blur

of indifferent haste. Every breath is a whisper lost into the vast and empty void.

The clock ticks with a torturous slowness toward a silent end. An interminable path

leading toward an elusive and unchanging horizon.