Shadows haunt me, ghosts of a past I cannot escape-- and you, always there, the shadows are your shape.
And when the silence takes me all that will remain will be the empty echo of what never was straining in the background of a world that never noticed, a resonant dissonance lost in the decay of itself.
These pieces of me, shattered and scattered in time and memory, are nothing more than what remains of who I never was.
And silence, in all it's painful beauty, is what will remain when the echoes fade, and memories with them shall pass into nothing; only then, and only then, will I find my peace and in forgetting be forgotten, given to the Void and to Oblivion, only when nothing remains.
I forget myself sometimes, what I am and what I am not; but I never forget that I AM, nor that I am not. If was to be what I thought, then maybe what is would not be, and what is not would not hurt. It's this sense of being, of you and I, that... Continue Reading →
Just Some Word Play…
Reminder to remember the remainder of the members reminiscing in the moment are remanded to their memories.