I blink in and I blink out. I am almost able to touch the vague familiarity that fills my senses. But all it takes is one second, one fleeting moment, and it is gone. All that’s left is a quiet emptiness, an unspoken truth.
I blink in and I blink out. I am almost able to touch the vague familiarity that fills my senses. But all it takes is one second, one fleeting moment, and it is gone. All that’s left is a quiet emptiness, an unspoken truth.
