Signals

The future feels like a loading bar stuck at 99%.

Anger dissolved into salt on my lips.

My phone battery lasted all day; nobody challenged it.

I woke up to birds arguing outside and felt oddly hopeful about conflict.

Recycled an old dream; it came back compost-rich.

My shadow looked tired before I did; maybe we share the same shift.

Second chances bloomed like weeds through sidewalk lines.

Someone played sax on the corner; my loneliness took five.

Wind tangled my hair and worries together; I kept the braid.

Laughed so hard my hiccups demanded encores.