Through His Eyes

The world turns in its own relentless rhythm; it cares for neither you nor me. Knowing that a part of me will always walk in the shadow of absence, I face this naked truth.My duty and my happiness lie right here: to put a finger on the very center of the silent majority amidst this vast oblivion. I do not chase the storefronts, but the overlooked—the raw, honest, and hidden moments. I capture the moment and follow where it leads.