Swallowed Dreams

In this crowded city, people swarm together like wandering shadows. Each carries the burden of yesterday on their shoulders as they step toward an uncertain tomorrow. Every morning, the alarm clock tears apart a half-finished dream, and the endless race of the daily grind begins. Behind masks of indifference, a thousand untold stories are hidden in their faces; stories of big dreams that shrink smaller and smaller within the confines of rent and overdue payments. Everyone, in search of happiness, runs a race on a path not of their own making. But sometimes, a stranger's smile, or the smell of fresh bread, breaks through the wall of this repetition. For a brief moment, we take a breath, remember that we are alive, and then return to the race. This is the recurring tale of our lives: a relentless run just to catch a fresh breath.