Fleeting
Whispers of what was.
Echoes in faded ink.
Please don't leave.
Marks of time's passage.
They were here. Were they?
A matrix of erasures.
The relief of forgetting.
Whispers of what was.
Echoes in faded ink.
Please don't leave.
Marks of time's passage.
They were here. Were they?
A matrix of erasures.
The relief of forgetting.