Whispers of yesterday drift unfurling, immersed in the echo of silence.
Memories line the walls, circling thoughts unwound like thread.
Reality bends; the clock jams against the weight of stillness.
Time moves like liquid glass, fragile and refractive —
Splinters living among minutes.
— Moments entangled like roots, creeping upward.
Fragments echoed flip through pages of blurred pasts.
Lost files drift unremembered, caught in the tide.
Timekeepers, guardians of fleeting wonders, melting into dreams.
Shards of experience reside beneath beauty’s thin veneer.
Tick left, tock gone — vacant seconds rise in spirals...