Once upon a whisper, time folded back on itself.
...and the echo danced the same melancholy waltz, endlessly chasing whispers of shadows...
Of Forgotten Colors
Crimson retires to the background, fading to muted rust. They spoke of mornings veiled in a solitude of lavender sighs...
Through layers of circumstance, circles overlap in an unconscious quest for reminiscence.
The Ghost in the Rhythm
The same verse lingers... Evergreen deeds echo through overlooked corridors, seeking closure.
A reflection of a reflection, yet never quite the self. Pattern betrayed by persistence...
Refrain Repeated
Revolving doors of yesterday's dreams. Gathering dust... the essence of what was, now only a shadow.
Follow me through the fog, to an unending labyrinth of recall.
The pages turn the same story, slight deviations entangled in lace of time.