They sang without words and understood everything.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
It grew new leaves every time he forgave himself.
She carried light that refused to stay still.
He drifted through dreams shaped by his waking fears.
She realized her prison had never been real.
Its flame trembled with every memory it illuminated.
She followed darkness and found it gentle.
Time brushed him lightly, yet shaped him deeply.
Its surface held all the confessions he drowned.
He exhaled carefully, afraid to break himself.
The dust danced to a song older than memory.
It spoke truths he had buried.
