Time brushed him lightly, yet shaped him deeply.
By GoldenSpeech2 months ago in Chapters
He exhaled carefully, afraid to break himself.
The dust danced to a song older than memory.
It spoke truths he had buried.
Every reflection showed a self he had abandoned.
He held storms gently until they calmed.
He lived in emptiness and found it spacious.
She slept to the storm and woke washed clean.
He realized the unlocked gate had never required a key.
It burned quietly until she learned slowness was divine.
He walked by exhaling fear and inhaling courage.
It glowed not because it remembered, but because it couldn’t.
