Solitude

Beneath the falling stars of the night sky,
I find myself once again dreaming—of all I wished for, all I hoped to become.

The city lights, distant and soft, greet me on my walk home,
pulling my thoughts gently toward the future I’m still chasing.

My nights are not silent passages of solitude.

They are moments of quiet fire,
where I burn—
not with loneliness, but with the warmth of purpose
and the echo of who I truly am.