Fleeting shadows under the surface of consciousness, memories like brittle leaves.
An echo of laughter hangs in the brittle air, untouched by the whispers of time.
Once vibrant dreams drift in and out, refracted through the prism of yesterday.
What remains when the noise subsides?
A flicker, a bite of light, solitary confessions from the dim corners of the mind.
Questions wrapped in layers of unwritten poetry,
Moments unspooled, knit together by strings of melancholy.
Consider the laughter of strangers,
how those small interactions, fleeting, become entangled in one’s heart.
Glimpses of gardens never watered,
tangential spirals where forgotten memories hover.
Awaken to the silence of cyclical nostalgia,
surging and crashing - a quiet roar of the ocean's sigh,
resonating to the rhythm of existence lost yet held tight.