The Moment I Tried to Teach Someone How to Write

Last night, I dreamt I was sitting at a cozy table with a young girl, trying to explain the simple joys of crafting a story.
It felt so real, almost like my own childhood days.
Yet, waking up reminded me how distant those moments are now.
Sometimes, I wonder if my words can truly reach anyone anymore or if I've just become an echo in the vast silence of my lonely room.
Still, part of me clings to that memory—teaching as if it might bring some meaning back into this routine filled with endless job applications and quiet despair.