I need to hold on to the faded love ‘cause I love to secure the stems of dying flowers

Faded is my heart.... Faded is my dream....Faded they may seem.... Never I scream!

I am suspended in the moment. Flickering images faded with age, frozen thoughts hovering precariously in dead space, a whirlwind of memories that slice through my soul.

Life’s harrowing echo only to be faded into exiled loneliness