echoes

there are echoes.

echoes of what once was and what should have been.

I hear it in their voices, I see it in their eyes.

things were different, things were better.

do you hear it too?

we are all alone. separated. fragmented.

but there are echoes of what once was and what should have been.

this loneliness is indicative of these echoes.

maybe you hear it too.

...

I'm not content with just living in the echoes. I'm not content with living a fragmented life.

listen to the echoes, they may be deep within, supressed through years of numbness.

let us again become who we were meant to be - together.