We are the broken chords holding this together. The timeless threads fabricating this story untold. The wind whispered in our ears and the songs the daisies breathe. We are the cloudy wisps of dreams woven with tears and toils and soils. The love ached from every memory and every shattered lost. We are the hope built on castles of sands and the footprints walked by every star we gaze. The things unsaid and the words unheard floats and tumbles. We are the October days and the quiet thoughts. Of paper books and paper hearts and this grey line drawn so thin.
