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The Ebb of Existence
A Heart’s Murmur Through the Creeping Shadows of Twilight
I sat amidst the quiet decay of time, nestled within the brittle embrace of solitude. The suitcases of my mind were meticulously stacked along the shelves of fading memories, their clasp holding the whispers of days long extinguished.
The journey of reflection commenced without the train ever budging from the stillness of the station. My letters to the sun returned untouched to the Earth, and they were cast aside without a glance. Shadows leaned with the sunset, but I remained immovable. Here I sat, frozen in my chair of lost hopes, as bit by bit, my essence dripped from the clock upon the wall. Each fading leaf sailed over the lake of remembrances, spinning in circles until it vanished…circle by circle.
As the years rolled, my essence became whispers among the wind, a fading silhouette against the ever-darkening canvas of existence. My once fervent heart now throbbed with the melancholy rhythm of pessimism. The hostile time buried its savage claws within my soul. Prayers turned to murmurs, and murmurs turned to silence. I sought solace in every nook and waded through the abyss of despair, yet the icy grasp of solitude clenched tighter.
On peaceful mornings, I used to see life blossoming around from my veiled balcony, couples twirling…
