Fleeting faces in forgotten rooms, whispers echoing in the chambers of my mind, where time pedaled backward through forgotten laughter, whilst the smell of burnt toast clung uninvited to the air—can you taste that? Is it sorrow or nostalgia, entwined in the sticky web of life?
Like shadows at dusk, memories shuffle in ambivalence; every corner turned reveals a deeper gravity well of emotion, pulling apart moments like threads in an old sweater, what remains unraveled—
Once, I found a compass that pointed to nothing, to the lost things; will the clock chime, will your laughter resonate, or is it just an echo of what never was? Inscriptions on the walls whisper names we no longer remember.
The smell of rain draped upon the spectral windows of yesterday’s dreams, what of the things left unsaid? A 5-minute track of railway, unmoving; trains did not pass through my thoughtless nights.
Tangled in jumbled thoughts, fragments dance—a chandelier of uncertainties swaying precariously above swirling memories coated in dust, awaiting rekindling amidst the forgotten.
Are you still there, unfurling like the words I failed to write? Silver threads of moonlight crawl into the space beneath my eyelids, where night's promises whisper sweet nothings only to my flailing heart.
Find echoes where dreams intertwine.
Reflections drift on the surface—what glimmers beneath?
A place unseen where thoughts can wander...