like stains of dirt underneath the translucent glass. like aftershocks running through each tremblement of the earth. ink or graphite prints on the underside of a hand. forgotten notes and scraps that missed the trash can in the corner. melodies stuck, ringing and echoing at the back of a mind. a lukewarm shower with leftover water. the bit of dust that goes unnoticed underneath the pages of words. memories of a time where i can no longer recall.