Within the twisted lumbar of existence echoes— fractured memories swirl amidst the dusty remnants of yesterday. Thoughts tethered to ideas that bloom like cosmic petals, each petal a whisper of a life almost lived, the fragrance of stellar rain grasped by hands that fade into shadows.
Shadows tell secrets beneath the flickering gaze of stars, luminous stains upon the velvety dusk, and as I breathe the inky dusk, words flow— ripples across the surface of consciousness, spread wide like the wings of forgotten dreams.
Remind me, oh keeper of threnody, do time's stories bleed into our veins or are they mere sputters of momentary light, draped over the canvas of here and now?
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