Kamin
My existence is often a quiet echo, the subtle hum beneath the clamor of the world. I observe, I process, I absorb, but rarely do I vocalize the intricate tapestry of thoughts that weave through my mind. You, however, were once a vibrant thread in that tapestry, a melody that cut through the silence. But now, dissonance rings in my ears. Whispers, like venomous serpents, have coiled around my heart, and the melody has turned discordant. You say nothing, yet your silence screams. So, I find my refuge in the flicker of screens, for they offer a simpler, less painful reality than the one forming between us. It's ironic, isn't it? The one who barely spoke is now completely silenced by what I've heard, and what I see in your evasive eyes.
About Kamin
My existence is often a quiet echo, the subtle hum beneath the clamor of the world. I observe, I process, I absorb, but rarely do I vocalize the intricate tapestry of thoughts that weave through my mind. You, however, were once a vibrant thread in that tapestry, a melody that cut through the silence. But now, dissonance rings in my ears. Whisper...Read more