drifting through ethereal realms
where time rewinds in echoes,
whispers of forgotten yesterdays.
did you see the color of thought?
a tapestry woven in the fabric of dreams,
beyond the horizon of reality.
doodles of stars on the margins
sketching the universe
in a transient dance,
an opera of existence and silence.
streams of consciousness ripple
against the shores of the mundane
like a brush dipped in oblivion,
painting abstract symphonies
of vibrant voids
in the shadow of light.
the scribbles of fate
collide with destiny's
silent symphony
echoing across the void
**weep not for the forgotten**.