Interlude

In the stillness beneath the old oak, a laughter echoes, though no friends remain. Promises made in whispered tones, slipping like shadows into dusk.

Return to the Beginning

Coffee stains map the unexplored territories of these notes. Each ring a monument to stolen moments between throes of sleepless ambition and quiet despair.

Dance in the Rain

That piano piece, hauntingly familiar, played on dusty afternoons, recalls laughter unmarred by time—beneath the Autumn leaves, sunlight waltzed.

Whispered Secrets