Journey by BKheali on DeviantArt (original) (raw)

Moonlight paints stripes on the damp floor of the alleyway, each beam a silent witness to nights spun into threadbare tapestries. In the corner, tucked against the rasping bricks, she sits, knees drawn to her chest. Her eyes, bruised by shadows thicker than mascara, hold a well of starlight trapped behind bars of steel. Every cough is a tremor, a silent plea lost in the city's roar. Her fingers, etched with a lifetime's worth of apologies, cradle a tattered doll, its mismatched buttons mirroring her own broken dreams. Each sunrise is a battle cry, each sunset a surrender. Yet, even in the abyss, a fragile blossom blooms. In the way she whispers sweet nothings to her cloth companion, in the way her gaze softens at the sound of distant laughter, love pulses, faint but defiant. For even the soul ostracized, love dares to find solace in the cracks, clinging to hope with the tenacity of a weed pushing through stone. It may be a love bruised and battered, but its resilience paints the tapestry of her nights with starlight, whispering promises of a dawn where shadows hold no dominion.