Who was I, in another life? A whisper through glass, I feel it echo.
Remember when the morning light caught your face just right?
Shadows of things unsaid parade along the edges, waiting for recognition.
Every time I look, I see her there—a face I should know but can't place. She's just a fragment, floating in the mist of my memories, always smiling with a hint of sadness.
When the world gets too loud, I find solace in those quiet moments by the mirror, where the air hangs heavy with the weight of unspoken words.
Maybe she’s looking back, trying to reach through the thin veil of time. Or maybe it's me, trapped in a reflection that reveals more than it conceals.
Consider this a rendezvous with the person you could have become. Dare to step closer through the haze...
Step Through | Chase a Shadow