just whispers away...

It has been so long that picking up all the bits and pieces left along the trail seem infinity away and the past is at a distance too far to look back. How do I even begin to tell a story which now borderlines on fable? Where would I trace my belongings? It upsets me when I ponder deeper into the threads of my life, all that and all those that could have been. I had always realised that I’ve been watching life pass me by through a looking glass but I just couldn’t unlock the door. Now that I have, I’m lost; I know not where to begin.

I am The Unknown and pure silence is all that there is.