Echoed Word

Thoughts drift like clouds unanchored in a spacious sky.

Can you ever truly, wholly understand another? Streams of consciousness. Your eyes meet and there's recognition but of what?

Whispered names, echoes in empty hallways. Will they remember me when the light fades?

This feeling—a sensation beyond language, no dictionary entry could express it.

Remember the time we—

Silence. Unexpected yet comfortably familiar. Something aligns, adjusts, like cosmic order rediscovered.