Whispers in the hall, echoes painting walls with shadows of remembered glimpses. What is lost is never truly gone, like a secret carved into sand that waits for rain. Memory spirals, a golden compass lost to time or perhaps too far ahead. The moon sings truths only the night understands.
hidden/eyes/see otherwise/muffled lives where the code speaks love in every heartache. pause. breathe. ellipticals orbit your dreams, graphs of galaxies charted with whispered solvents: Reality, Artifice, Duality...not alone, a spectral echo dances.
Divide and conquer, they said in unrequested confidence, nail the stars to your ceiling or drown the dawn in daylight's popular opinion. Those equations with missing roots asked for forgiveness and a double espresso.