Whispers in the starlit void
—a constellation of thoughts
pulsating. Fragmented echoes, lost amidst
unraveling skies
where time stutters, hesitates, breathes in
forgotten galaxies.
Quiet contemplation—
spaces between the stars,
echoes of what was.
sometimes like digital rain, dispersing, elusive
more than patterns in the mind's eye.
Layers peeled back—unveiling shadows.
A journey begins not with light,
but with silence.
Recollections... fading.