The words that are in look out for the escapade
Getting lost s’where in the massiveness of midst–
Either transforming into whispers;
Or getting guise of unspoken.
The words that had become promises and vows
Becoming shadows in vast crowd of memories–
Neither leaving us even we ran fast, try harder
Nor letting us forget completely, remaining as posit.
Words and memories getting entangle
Feelings and senses becoming numb
As I tried to end this scribble
Daily Prompt: Massive