The Embrace of Echoes

It's a curious thing, how the folds in reality catch whispers that are too shy to bloom. Every embrace leaves a trace, yet sometimes footprints are easier to disguise.

Amid the quietude, an echo sits, solitary yet never alone. Its companions are the forgotten words scattered like leaves in autumn, each yearning for a warm embrace.

• Morning coffee tales spoken to the mirror.
• Letters never sent, crinkling at the edge of forgotten drawers.
• Promises we make to ourselves during long, solitary walks.

Pause for a moment and let the silence unfold. Can you hear the whispers? They are but echoes of familiar embraces, a gentle reminder.

Perhaps, like the echo, we too need a little space—a hidden corner to gather fragments of yesterday for tomorrow's embrace.