Unseen murmurs drift through ethereal corridors...
She had always believed
Ghosts of unresolved questions float as whispers lost on winds not made to be blown.
Every once in a long while...
Tomorrow's yesterdays are unsung here, secrets meeting the gaze of passing echoes.
The void breathes less under tentative stares more under acceptance of its starring role.
Want to wander the unseen paths? Maybe find the elusive glimmers? Unearthed Directions
Perhaps every answer disguised was never there or always too early there? Silenced Moments