"Memory carries the weight of time, a silhouette of laughter cast in the grey of forgotten tunes;
can you hear it murmuring? Awaken the shadows that dance between each word you tend to curl like moonlight,
echoing past the echoes."
"I left my thoughts in the library on Brightwood Street."
“Do you remember the scent of lavender on summer nights?”
"Yesterday's whispers spoke of lost letters, unsent…"
“When did we stop asking enough questions?”
"The photograph you forgot was taken on that rainy Wednesday…”
“In the cracks of dilapidated homes lay stories untold.”
"What if memories are repetitions of heartbeats, unseen;"
"Standing at the crossroads of everything we never were."