Edited by p3paula | Photo by rawpixel.com on Unsplash Back to the Beginning [Written for @kyrios fiction competition. TW: depression and suicide.] -x- No one is going to miss me... He paused before the

Time, like flitting grains of sand moves with the wind. It trails the dunes of lost memories and forgotten ages and like empires old, turn to nothing but the fading debris of weathered rocks and ancient

Heard melodies are sweet, but those unheard are sweeter - --"Ode on a Grecian Urn," John Keats, 1819 This is my entry for the "Fiction Comp - All writers are welcome - #1 Week 1" fiction