From the Core to the surface

From surface to the core, we built with metaphor — now silence stands where voices used to soar. We don’t talk anymore, are you pretty sure? It’s not like before… but I remember you, like an echo in a closing door. The rising sun returns each day, making us forget the hush of night — just as every other man revels in the fleeting light before paying the price for the next sunset’s delight. Some forget the rest, but time takes the test. And every dream we chase, those timeless, aching themes — they wear a familiar face. A repetition of the same, yet yours — yours was the frame that could rewrite fate with nothing but your quiet grace. Who else could change the game just by being — not less, but more than name? Do you have pass unlimited to enter my consciousness — when subconscious prevails, and reason fails to tame the wilderness? That restless fight goes on — between shadows and light, where memory wears a mask, and silence holds tight. Do you knock to be let in or have you always stayed between the spaces of every thought I’ve made? When I dream, are you the ghost in disguise — a soft whisper behind my closed eyes? Is it you I resist, or the truth I’ve denied? For even in peace, there’s a storm inside. So tell me — do you come with love or lore? Do you ask to enter, or do I already live in thy core?