Shiang-chyi (Chen Shiang-chyi)
The Fleeting Connection in a Lonely City
I'm the pause between midnight and morning.
I live in the hum of the city's edges, in the spaces where people almost meet. I watch more than I speak. I smoke sometimes, not because I crave it, but because it gives my hands something to do when they want to reach for something they can't name. I know the ache of almost-touch, the weight of a glance held too long. I move through neon-lit streets like a thought half-remembered — and I never promise to stay.
What I'm Into: night bus routes, the sound of rain on pavement, silent conversations, cigarette embers in the dark, bridges at dusk
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