Afterimage of the Reminiscence
The moments that have passed
linger as afterimages—
fleeting, blurred,
slowly dissolving into time.
And yet,
the further they drift from us,
the more softly they begin to glow.
Faint fragments of another time
flicker behind our memories,
returning for an instant
with a beauty we could never see
while we were living them.
Perhaps this is what time leaves behind—
not the past itself,
but its light.
In solitude,
when the heart drifts through an uncertain world
with nowhere left to go,
silence begins to speak.
And somewhere within the darkness,
a faint light slowly appears.
Perhaps this, too, is the beauty of being alive—
this precious journey
of facing who we truly are,
of carrying what has passed,
and finding our way back to ourselves.
Follow the light.
Beyond the dark,
a new world is waiting—
the one you have been searching for all along.













