In the silent corridors of thought, I wander,
Lost in echoes, where reality blurs,
A fragile tether to the world,
Yet my spirit floats, untouched, unheard.
Moments pass like whispers in the wind,
Fading footprints on a shifting shore,
I gaze through a veil, not mine to lift,
A stranger’s eyes in my own reflection.
Time distorts, a river without banks,
Memories drift like leaves untethered,
I grasp at fragments of myself,
In this endless dance of absence.
Yet in this vast expanse of solitude,
I find a quiet sanctuary,
A place where shadows softly cradle,
The fractured pieces of my soul.