In the thicket of dreams,
echoing footsteps lost, broken
like shards of a phantom limb -
wandering souls embrace the shadows,
stepping lighter, yet heavier,
down spiral staircases encased
in silence and moonlit conversations.
Murmurs unfurl softly like the stolen threads of fate,
strung by time travelers beneath forgotten stars.
What’s left unsaid roams freely,
gnawing gently on exposed nerves of longing,
anchoring the weight of unuttered truths
entwined in roots of desperation.
Worn pages tell tales best left untold -
choose your own side of cessation,
in folds of stories half-breathed,
memories re-painted by lingering nostrils,
aromas of nostalgia, fear, and fate.
Are you following your haunting?
Please Follow the Whispers
or explore the Silhouettes that linger