Each second that ticks,
Echoes of the past grow loud,
Future fades to grey.
How does it work?
More stories from JR Young and writers in Poets and other communities.
Mastery comes only from understanding; to understand one must accept they know nothing. Mastery is the road that begins in ignorance and has no end.
By JR Young4 years ago in Fiction
Obstacles are getting in the way Obstructing the view Making dreams a little cloudy Reality is misty The future is foggy
By L.I.E7 days ago in Poets
The Seine seems to hold its breath, as if it fears waking the ghosts that linger. Our footsteps echo across Pont Neuf, as cold as the silver in your eyes when you whispered "stay."
By Diane Fostera day ago in Poets
Without ever noticing it at the time, I realised that after the years, I’d turned into a version of him. I’d started speaking like him, moving like him, eating like him, acting like him—and now that I think about it—looking like him.
By Cristal S.2 days ago in Humans
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