"Isolation paints the corridors of our minds, where echoes of connections linger like soft light on blue."
Silent calls rest in empty booths
Fading memories wrapped in muted truths
Whispers echo against the white embrace
While time drifts softly in this haunting space
Cool tones cradle every lingering sigh
As shadows play where past and present lie
Nostalgia blooms in the dimmed light's hold
Transforming silence into stories untold.