Echos
Echos
The voices of the past which echo in
our heads, the ones that we keep
deeply and secretly locked up in our
subconscious souls. The ones that creep
back out on gentle winds, on the
brightest of days when the rustling of
the leaves cannot subdue the loud
screams of their tortured calls. The
tides of emotion which ebb and flow
with each resilient burst, we must
quickly try to keep at bay. For those
voices so distant, so far away, corrupt
the dreams we dream today. They do
not fit into our visions, they don't
conform to our desires, and have no
concern of future unknowns. But yet
they still travel with us and they are
there to remind us. That sometimes it
is better to let go.
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