Random thoughts from different corners of a mind in flux.
The silences that fall over oceans
Once the Ships that set sail
Reach their shores.
The darkness that fall over walls
And curtains of a theatre
Once the play is done.
The feeling of that full stop
Which placed right at the end foretells
May be the ocean, the walls, the curtains... still hold on. After all, once their world had it all. Now all they have are memories.