Distance corrodes. Silence tarnishes. Oblivion threatens to consume us. What was once solid dissipates in fumes and spreads through the wind. It's late now, too late for memories. Of those there's little left: The frame but not the picture, footprint covered by snow, a lost aroma that we think we know, an idea stuck in the tip of our tongue. Words have infinite value, but they can't damage a concrete wall. Sometimes we are those walls. Solitude is a barrier, a crystal dome that traps the mind. The foundations are excuses, the crystal is silence. All I do is regret, all I do is beg for forgiveness. But apologies always come after a sin is committed. To not hide the hand after throwing the rock is barely a merit, and to ask for forgiveness is only a start. Distance corrodes. Silence tarnishes. Oblivion threatens to consume us. I was once solid, now I dissipate in fumes. I was corroded. I'm tarnished. I spread through the wind.