PHAngelGadiel
Eternal Poster
Though I am not tied to the past, it hovers around like a gentle whisper in the breeze, a footprint gently swept away by the seas.
Before me lies a door with softly gleaming edges and quietly speaking of what might be.
Though I'm not sure what the future holds, I move into the unknown anyhow.
The air carries a scent that is difficult to define, fresh as a light rain, pulsating with the vitality of a new day.
There is doubt, yes, but also amazement, that my heart gently tunes in a soft melody.
nor every page has been turned over, nor every road mapped out. So, I kept close what I choose, the weight of past hopes, the sparkle of new starts.
A light exhaled.
One action.
Once again.
Before me lies a door with softly gleaming edges and quietly speaking of what might be.
Though I'm not sure what the future holds, I move into the unknown anyhow.
The air carries a scent that is difficult to define, fresh as a light rain, pulsating with the vitality of a new day.
There is doubt, yes, but also amazement, that my heart gently tunes in a soft melody.
nor every page has been turned over, nor every road mapped out. So, I kept close what I choose, the weight of past hopes, the sparkle of new starts.
A light exhaled.
One action.
Once again.