And in the quiet, he doesn’t feel scattered. He feels like a library. A thousand lives, all breathing under one roof.
On his shelf: a microscope beside a telescope. On his wall: a map of a city he’d never visit, marked with imaginary dates. 1000 in 1
One body. One heartbeat. A thousand doors. And in the quiet, he doesn’t feel scattered
They told him to pick one path. One life. One name. One ending. And in the quiet
He smiles. Why choose , he thinks, when you can be the whole street?