Chronicles of the Lost Thought:
Mirror of Twilight p3: Linger
Mirror of Twilight p3: Linger
Just what did time ever do but run - and run in it's cruel cycle. A full slow cycle that hurts everytime it gets an opportunity to do so. People asked where has time gone by - though they just want to remember good memories. Where, really does the time pass by?
Just as the thought was engulfed by the mirror, all of his mind got twisted. The swift flowing flashes that cycle the cold stream of longing even merged and formed new images, new cycles, new tortures. Until it can't be separated again.
In there he saw the girl, and the lady at two different lights. What was it that made them so close to him? They were moving their lips, extending their arms, whispering - yet he couldn't here their voices. Nothing at that part - nothing at all.
It seems that they were trying to get his attention - though - without words nothing is achieved. And even the most alluring couldn't penetrate him.
Though he wished he could see her back to - and that wish, he didn't knew - earned the strength to break worlds.
Within their lips soft sounds began to emerge - not words - but sounds - soft sounds. . . sounds of hope. At least he was hearing again. And that caused him to stop feeling through the nightmares dark.
In there he saw the girl, and the lady at two different lights. What was it that made them so close to him? They were moving their lips, extending their arms, whispering - yet he couldn't here their voices. Nothing at that part - nothing at all.
It seems that they were trying to get his attention - though - without words nothing is achieved. And even the most alluring couldn't penetrate him.
Though he wished he could see her back to - and that wish, he didn't knew - earned the strength to break worlds.
Within their lips soft sounds began to emerge - not words - but sounds - soft sounds. . . sounds of hope. At least he was hearing again. And that caused him to stop feeling through the nightmares dark.
And soon - the sounds form words - and words to a song. . . and the song lingered.
