I wander through fragmented whispers,
on the edge of forgotten echoes.
Once, I was whole, but time—
a relentless river—eroded my edges,
smoothed my sorrows into stones,
leaving me adrift, seeking shores.
"Remember the lullabies of the stars,"
a voice calls from the shadowed vale,
its melody entwining with the wind,
weaving tapestries of light and longing.
And here, I find fragments
of what used to be me—
a dream of a sun-drenched garden,
where laughter once danced
like dandelion seeds on the breeze.
Through Temporal Veils
Shards of Memory
In the Silence
"When will we reach the horizon?"
I ask the echo of a forgotten self,
my voice a ripple in the stillness,
a note in the symphony of the unseen.