The frequencies play white noise in my head.
cant seem to catch your tune.
The notes dont make sense the way we used to.
So I write echos caught in the caves of despair
Capturing faded signals from the cracks of light stinging my soul
And the endless night sky.
A meagre emotional existence
clinging to webs of hope
traced from star to star, galaxy to galaxy.
infinite strands;
none seems tethered to you.
Time is endless,
and the missing immortal.