In the background muted sounds a whisper that beneath the ripple of surface oh... something ephemeral flickers like hope yet distant exists in the corners of minds shadows be... and I ask in the intermediary spaces...
where do the lost thoughts go when scattering paper layers ancient forgotten a... echo through the corridors clearly but not understood... drifting until reaching the unseen limits?
perhaps a flicker in the candles flame when time seemed to stop... and nothing but the whisper of breath remained.