the echoes' triumph

Echoes of the past call me to dreams of a life fate ordained in such a way, that I cannot lead. The voices remind me of a beautiful kiss that stained my lips in the waking world and still haunts me in shadow, from this road where do I go? Where do I go?

In the waking world I am pensive. The shadows were my refuge, my oblivion but now the voices of remembrance overruns the shadows taking over me, forcing me to submit to the bitter sweet memories of a time long since past.

I wake. The cool air that blankets my room lies undisturbed, yet nothing about it is calm. I wake with one thought, the echoes' triumph. The echoes have pierced the shadow and I remember.

I remember. I remember. I remember.