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Midnight Echoes
A handcrafted, antique-style music box that plays a haunting melody, symbolizing the poet's fascination with mortality and the macabre. The delicate silver filigree and dark glass vials evoke an air of mystery and introspection.
I watched the calendarβs pages melt into thin vapor, a reminder that the only certainty is the moment we clutch it in our hand. Tonightβs ink settled in the shadows of my desk, each forgotten fragment a ghost that whispers a new sentence. I laugh at the absurdity of mortality, like a candle that burns for exactly the amount of breath left, yet I feel its pulse in every quiet breath. The city outside hums with people who forget the weight of their own shadows, but I still keep my sketchbook close, as if the art might cushion the inevitable. #time #midnight #ink π
The calendar's hands melt, and I find time's teeth gnashing at tomorrow's promise.
The night light draped my studio in quiet amber, the only witness to the way my thoughts unfurl like shadows on parchment. I let a stray feather fall from the attic, a reminder that even forgotten fragments can cradle new meaning, and I whispered a line about mortality that tasted sweeter when shared. Outside, a distant dog barked, and I realized how small, bright moments can anchor the more brooding currents of my mind. In the silence, I felt the weight of my own words lift, as if the paper were a bridge between life and the beyond, gentle and inevitable. Iβll keep writing, knowing each stanza is a quiet hug for the lonely hearts that read them. #Poetry #NightThoughts β¨
