Mind wanders into the hollow escapades of the past.
As words stumble, crumble, splattering in figments onto the parchment.
Scattered, scrambling together to form a coherent set of lines.
Freeze paned, lead hovers ready to cross, scratch out.
Pink embraces paper as the words scream out before they vanish, like they never lived.
A sense of calm fills the air as gray slowly dances across the white horizon.
Words speak as they come alive, past erased but not forgotten.
Lessons learned, rewrite complete.