False promises swirl in the air, speaking of fragile moments, the uncertain future ahead. I walk past a hospital room, my eyes drawn to a child lying still, fighting cancer. Will he recover, or will his light flicker out? This dance of life and death is so raw, so cruel—a necromancy of uncertainty that we cannot escape.
People go on, their lives intertwined in the web of fate, walking hand in hand with their loved ones. An old librarian sits on a bench in the park, his eyes heavy with smudged hopes. He waits for someone to lend him a hand, for a connection, a warmth to hold onto. His eyes, worn and tired, are filled with an unspoken longing—for the Christmas carols that once brought him closer to life, to people, to everything he had lost.
Elsewhere, beneath a dim streetlamp, a man writes a letter to his beloved. Tears fall onto the paper, soaking the words in love. His emotions spill out in endless waves, yet doubt lingers—will she ever respond? Will these words ever find their way to her heart?
Children play by the ocean, building sandcastles, oblivious to the tide that will soon wash their creations away. They do not know when the sea will reclaim its land, nor the winds that will either bring a shipwreck or a gentle breeze to carry their dreams forward.
A tree stands tall, its leaves green and proud, unaware of the inevitable change to come. It does not know when the autumn winds will strip its branches, when the birds will leave its shelter, or when termites will weaken its roots, pulling it slowly into the earth. Its beauty, once so certain, is now vulnerable to time.
Feelings of sorrow bloom like an elegy—quiet longing for something lost. A drizzle in the desert, the light of an aurora, the fleeting birth of a star. Rivers carve through valleys, unaware of the paths they’ll follow. The scent of perfume that fades too soon, longing for immortality.
Uncertainty—this force that sweeps across everything—knows no sanity, no order. It erases all, casting its pall over my world once more, clouding my vision and holding me captive in its timeless grip.