#NeighborTales

A muffled laugh slips through the plaster,
a faint echo of lives I cannot name.
The clink of glass, the scrape of chairs,
a rhythm of existence just out of reach.
Each sound a thread, weaving tales I’ll never see.

Footsteps pace, deliberate yet hesitant—
a lover deciding whether to stay or leave,
a dreamer tracing the map of their undoing.
The walls hum with their quiet confessions,
whispering secrets into the void.

At dawn, the air carries murmurs of sorrow,
a voice cracking under the weight of its plea.
Is it...