I know this much: the way you recognize the taste of rain on concrete.
During the day, breath slips away quietly.
At night, sighs drift apart and settle around you, like old memories.
Maybe it’s just curiosity, that restless feeling inside you.
Or maybe it’s a sense of longing.
Or maybe it’s just thoughts passing by, quick and hard to catch.
In quiet moments, when everything is still, you notice your heartbeat.
Time slows down and moments stretch into hours.
Hours slip by and soon become days, like clouds drifting and fading away.
All of it stays with you, like a memory that never leaves.
The body was once solid, full of flesh and bone, with a steady heartbeat.
Now it feels like just a shadow, barely there in your memory.