Flashes of light on the roadside,
crowded steps and accidental touches.
A coin of kindness in my palm,
even wrapped in sharper words.
A biscuit passed, a fist bump shared,
small warmth in the in-between.
My arm aches, my elbow hums,
but I keep tying, keep breathing.
Even when the world moves too fast,
I move with it —
quietly, steadily,
still here.
