The clock ticks in carbon shadows
Make amends with fading whispers,
A dream unwanted, shattered glass
Standing still, a fleeting ghost.
Mist in the corners of your mind,
You find stains on an invisible canvas,
Calling out through distant frames
Still and hollow, reverberating.
Paths not taken, dreams undone,
A connection to nothing—empty realms.
Unraveled threads of time, woven tightly into nothing.
Variations of Silence | Unfolding Thoughts | Recalls of Lost Journeys