Somewhere whispered in the wind, the echo of a laughter that once danced upon my soul. It feels like the sun setting behind the mountains, casting a golden hue over the murmur of forgotten dreams.
The Letters Never Mailed:
Scribbled onto crumpled pages, words that were never sent. They linger here, a testament to longing—fragile as the moonlight filtering through the mist.
They were promises, made beneath the weight of starlit skies, a reminder of what could have been. Our story, etched in the sands of time, gradually erased by the tides of reality.
Your gaze once felt like home, a warm embrace against the evening chill. Here, I dwell in the twilight of remembrance, a captive to its tender whispers.
Continue the journey through the corridors of time:
Unspoken Words
The Lost Path
Whispered Promises