The continuous flow of time.
The ripples in the water created by humanity's endless struggle against age.
The hair that flows smoothly through the web-like structure of memories.
A gaze that reflected your inner strife seeing through your precarious facade.
She looked into my heart.
A feeling that I cannot recall, that resonates through my entire being.
From pain to pleasure, the feelings inside mush together defining the entity known as "me."
Yet the feelings go are going away.
To a distant place, she is sucked into the vortex of nothing, in a place where I cannot find her.
I reach out my hand, only to grab a remnant of her existence, a remnant known as "memories."
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Tranquil Waters
FantasyA person in search of a future goes through loss, grievance, finds happiness, friends, and lives life.
