Echos of Eternity

From the dust and the breaking,

Where shadows once resided,

A universe is waking,

No longer self-divided.

Let the old pieces fall,

For in their space, I find,

The grandest truth of all:

"Even in the final, quiet dust, a single blue memory insists on blooming against the dark."

"Knowledge is the only ghost that grows heavier the more you try to leave it behind; we are all just graveyards of the books we’ve read and the people we’ve failed to become."

"The mind is a labyrinth of our own design, where the most terrifying monsters are not the ones with teeth, but the memories we dressed in velvet to keep from screaming."

"We are all just ancient texts waiting to be translated, terrified that the deciphering will reveal only blank pages."

“We are but architects of our own hauntings, building cathedrals out of everything we were too afraid to say aloud, only to find that the silence is the most crowded room of all.”

“There is a crack in everything, that's how the light gets in."

"The beauty of the world, which is so soon to perish, has two edges, one of laughter, one of anguish, cutting the heart asunder."

“I am a living riddle. Even when I open up to you, you’ll never be able to figure me out unless your mind speaks my language”

A Ledger of Lost Hours

The clock has stopped at an hour I do not recognize.

The ink here is fresh, though the paper feels like dust;

I have come to collect the things the wind refused to carry.

There are secrets buried in the silt of the lake,

And names whispered by the mountains when the sun retreats.

I am simply the one who stayed behind to listen.

Leave a mark, if you are passing through.