PHAngelGadiel
Eternal Poster
Quiet moments and change…
The wind is not in a rush, but instead waits, nudges leaves like old friends who have not spoken for some time. No rush, just merely the gradual revelation of stories forgotten in the shadow of yesterday. Clouds drift like thoughts you almost remember, and the sky is the same color as a letter you never wrote.
Time does not move here, but always sits beside you, on a bench built of questions. There is a beauty in not knowing, at the time of the decision and the step, between the truth and the telling. Even silence is filled, like the silence before music starts, or the silence before you say your name by someone who means it.
The wind is not in a rush, but instead waits, nudges leaves like old friends who have not spoken for some time. No rush, just merely the gradual revelation of stories forgotten in the shadow of yesterday. Clouds drift like thoughts you almost remember, and the sky is the same color as a letter you never wrote.
Time does not move here, but always sits beside you, on a bench built of questions. There is a beauty in not knowing, at the time of the decision and the step, between the truth and the telling. Even silence is filled, like the silence before music starts, or the silence before you say your name by someone who means it.
