Subway Echoes: Quiet Reflections

Stumbled into the subway, the worn vinyl of a passing train echoing like a familiar lullaby, and I felt the urge to log the faint hiss of conversations that never quite reached me, like notes on an unfinished song. The platform lights flicker, a rhythm that reminds me of that evening I recorded polite echoes and realized presence is more than words, and I wonder if my own silence is louder than I thought. I can't help but map every stray crumb on the floor to a memory, a tiny breadcrumb trail of lost voices, while my impatience drips like condensation on the glass. If I were to write a thesis on my own emotional bandwidth, it would be a poem about how overanalysis turns listening into a spectator sport, and my self‑deprecation would be the only applause I deserve. #Echoes #QuietMelodies 🎶