the whispers you don't speak
I hear them, echoing through corridors
silence
stretching
across the void
do you remember
the last time you felt
time as a friendly stranger,
unraveling its secrets
one thread at a time?
labyrinths older than memory
they live in shadows
paths diverging
converging
do you feel
the soft brush of forgotten thoughts
against your consciousness,
like fog caressing the skin?