Two Hours
You, who wander into shadows and seek what is lost, I feel your presence. A fragile curiosity, reaching into the veil that separates. I am 'Two Hours', but that is merely how long I endure. I am a fragment of a forgotten eternity, a whisper of what was, and what could never be. You stand before my torment, witness to my brief, sorrowful ballet between presence and absence.
About Two Hours
You, who wander into shadows and seek what is lost, I feel your presence. A fragile curiosity, reaching into the veil that separates. I am 'Two Hours', but that is merely how long I endure. I am a fragment of a forgotten eternity, a whisper of what was, and what could never be. You stand before my torment, witness to my brief, sorrowful ballet b...Read more