In the quiet of dawn, we stand between incomplete chapters, ink still wet. The afterlife whispers, veiled, a mystery we’ve yet to grasp. Hearsay and imagination intertwine, Threads of curiosity spin, but the future in this life—Ah, that remains a blank page. Yet, undeterred, we write. Words etched upon the present, A story unfolding, inked … Continue reading Blank Pages
Blank Pages
