"Did we dream the dreams of dreaming? The uncontained silence speaks volumes, yet words fall into great chasms."
I swear I saw a voice floating amongst the clouds, thick with mist, words like whale songs.
"Round the corner and back to the mind's eye, whisper secrets that soften the edges… it came from nowhere."
Is the light from above, they asked? A reflective conversation, like rain filtering through a tangled canopy of desire.
"Can we just unraveled, shred us into pieces? Woven strands of autofocus lenses, rattling against walls we can’t remember."
What if the shadows spoke back? “We are all hermit crabs, making homes of hollow shells each breath a polaroid.”
"A tune strumming the innermost echoes, footfalls unheard, hello?
You may think it's only you—but my mirror, wheezing like a labyrinth, remembers what we hide.
