Hidden Feathers and Broken Dreams

I often find myself lost in the small moments that bring a fleeting sense of peace, like softly petting a pigeon at a quiet park.
It’s silly but comforting, imagining I’m caring for something fragile in my chaotic world.
Somehow, these tiny acts keep me going, even when everything else feels so uncertain and gray.
Sometimes, I wonder if I’ll ever truly hold on to that simple joy or if it’s just another illusion slipping through my fingers.