Through Time

Edge

You can hear the steps
On the road
Suffocated sounds and voices
In the distance
You can almost feel the sun
On your skin
And see the sky
From the window
The world is traveling through time
Without you
The figure with its shadow
Sitting still behind the curtains
Mourning

 

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Photograph by Joshua Earle

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