“
I glance over at David. He rests his hand lightly at the small of my back, guiding me across the floor. We step down a gilded hallway, the pale-blue walls trimmed with ornate gold. The lighting, soft and warm, seems to blur the edges of everything it touches.
”
― Lowered Lashes
― Lowered Lashes
“
Taxi Driver”
There’s a strange kind of liberation in being just a taxi driver— the freedom tucked inside that word: just.
Because you’re just a driver, no one truly sees you. Yet you see it all— the absurdities, the shallows, the beauty, sorrow, joy, heartbreak—passengers unknowingly exposed.
They grant you a diluted respect, sometimes half-fake, sometimes not at all— because you’re just a taxi driver.
But they leave you be. No one's scheming to steal your seat. They want you in that seat. T
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― سرطان في كل مكان [Cancer Everywhere]
― سرطان في كل مكان [Cancer Everywhere]
