In the stillness, I carry echoes of shadows
not mine.
An unspoken dialogue with mirrors
who don't dare hold my gaze.
Somewhere in that labyrinth, dented memories
get tangled in cobwebs of solace,
lurking whispers fretting the slipstream of sanity.
Reflect upon the forgotten flickers of being
lost in unaided infinity,
embers whispering the tales of elusive timbre.