In the void, memories intertwine:
Soft shadows chase the half-remembered __longing__...
The muffled echoes of forgotten laughter cling to decaying walls.
Once vibrant notes turned to distant hymns carried away by brittle winds - forgotten gladness,
flickering lamplights from a time that never quite existed.
Are the polaroid glimpses of yesterday merely figments?
Echoes of loitering specters linger softly - around the corners of your mind.
A cardboard box full of dreams lies abandoned in the pale green attic; rain dances against a rusted roof.
Fade with gentle grace, stilling the chaos of the exterior world.
This too falls silent into the embrace of the sheets of forgetfulness, asynchronously.
Press your ear against the whispers; they hold the space where memories breathe.