We all have our own scars,
our hearts burdened by stories past,
of expectations unmet,
of loves lost.
Even when the sun shines bright,
and the darkness seems banished,
shadows still follow close behind,
the echoes that haunt us.
Memories occupy spaces
like an arrangement of sculptures,
our fingerprints visible across them,
our hopes and dreams etched into
marble.
And we, like ghosts,
can only pass through them,
trying to possess that space again,
but it's never the same.
Desperate to find home again,
we build castles in the past,
only for the inevitable tide of reality
to wash away the sand we mistook for
stone.
Dragged out into the dark infinite sea,
we drift, lost and alone,
until the currents collide
and we find another.
Lost but not alone,
we find a light to banish the dark,
never losing our shadows,
but finding a way to stay afloat.
-Zero
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