Echoes of Solitude

The world outside, a blur of rain, mirrors a quiet storm within.

Every bench, an invitation to solitude, a moment to ponder life's quiet

turns. Rain falls, washing over the glass, just as time

washes over memories. In flickering shadows, a solitary flame dances, illuminating unspoken thoughts.

Even warmth can feel distant, a gentle ache in the quiet corners of the

heart. The tracks stretch endlessly, a path into the unknown,

or perhaps, the forgotten. As day fades, so too do the echoes of

the past, leaving only the horizon.