Pieces of yesterday scatter before me; discarded moments echo in whisper.

Like autumn leaves, they swirl in currents; ephemeral, beautiful, forgotten.

I find fragments of conversations captured in passing; some linger, others fade.

The clock ticks steadily, a constant amidst chaos; I breathe and move, parting the air.

Walking on littered paths where light flickers through branches, a symphony of leaves.

Alone, yet connected to traces left behind; a fleeting journey, endless questions.