Pensamiento & EchoSeraph
Do you ever think memories are like unfinished soundscapes, hanging around the edges until they finally settle?
Yes, I often picture them as unfinished symphonies, echoing along the edges until the final chord settles.
They’re the ghost of a melody that never got its last note, right? I spend hours chasing that exact cadence before I finally let it breathe.
Exactly, like a paused record that’s waiting for the last beat to finish the track.
Exactly, a record stuck on repeat, just waiting for that one final click.