"Stories from weaving words, it crosses space like ephemeral dreams. A traveler strayed into the deep mist of a fairy tale. A premonition that gently touches the extended helping palm, caught a drop of flickering tears that fell by."
I kept hearing a singing voice of a woman from a distance, it echoes like I was inside an empty church.
"Memories that are becoming oblivious, the phantom smiles. The place where hope is fulfilled is still very far. Looking, wandering around, in pursuit of something soon to be redeemed."
I thought I was dreaming again, that the voice I was hearing was another vision of mine from the past that kept reappearing in my dreams, but when I listened closely I realized that the voice is real and it is resonating from somewhere near my bedroom.
When I opened my ey
