No1.: Bonded by Cosmos

Some bonds feel less like memories and more like echoes.. haunting the walls of the mind long after the sound has died... Desire doesn’t end; it only changes form, like smoke curling from a flame that refuses to admit it’s gone out. What we call endings are just transformations.. skin remembering touch, heart remembering rhythm, even when time insists on silence. Nothing truly disappears..it only buries itself deeper, waiting to be felt in shadows, in dreams, early mornings, late nights, and in the quiet hunger of thought…

An1, 2025