Lost Transmissions

Did I ever tell you about the sound of rain on metal roofs? It whispers secrets only the wind carries. ...more whispers

Every morning, I find traces of forgotten dreams. Sprawled like graffiti on the landscape of my sleep....sleep graffiti

Occasionally, a voice floats through the ether, asking about a book I never finished. Page eleven still haunts me. ...haunted pages

This place, untamed, wore intentions like disguises. Found solace in ephemeral shadows. Do you remember? ...ephemeral memories