Always Running

Mira was always late, late to meetings, late to calls, late to herself.

Her phone buzzed constantly, her calendar screamed in colors, and her mind never rested. Even when she sat still, her thoughts ran marathons.

“Just one more thing,” she’d tell herself every day. And every day, that one thing multiplied.

The city matched her pace. Cars honked, people rushed, coffee spilled, lives blurred.

No one stopped. Not really.