Whispers of unfinished symphonies rise in twilight. The pale daisies and velvet shadows dance below the sleeping sun, never born, forever ending. Love and longing find the greyest zone — where even contradictions hold hands in understanding yet embroiled in silent turbulence. Emerge, submerge, liken the moon’s lustrous negligence with sun-kissed delight and illuminated fright.
Cherished secrets and restless night songs.
A sea without waves, a dream ever-waksan
Within silence raspberries hum aphroditic tunes