Silence, Shadows, Echoes

in the periphery of being, where thoughts linger like shadows on the walls of memory. the echoes tremble, fragments of time suspended in silence, painting the void with whispers unheard.

did we ever walk here? beneath the arches of forgotten promise, where sunlight falters and shadows embrace the unseen.

the shadows speak in colors invisible, imprinting dreams upon the canvas of the mind. steps echoed in silence, a symphony of the untraveled paths.

once, perhaps, in another life, another breath exchanged in the quiet.

and yet, the shadows hold their secrets close, a tapestry woven in the dark, in the hidden corners of existence. echoes ripple across the silence, tracing the outline of things that might have been.