The Tales of Hidden Drawer Corners

Fragments from the Shoe's Edge

He crawled towards the dusty penumbra, fingers grazing forgotten traces of aged vanilla, where amber-colored marbles whispered ballads lost .*π‘“π‘œπ‘œπ‘‘π‘›π‘œπ‘‘π‘’ 1π‘Ž

The Letters Eldorado Kept

Torn confetti-postcards addressed nowhere drifted ever so slightly, sandwiching the secrets of past loversβ€”a testament to temporality .*π‘“π‘œπ‘œπ‘‘π‘›π‘œπ‘‘π‘’ 4𝑐

The Moths that Dance

Beneath layers of mismatched swatch samples, rhythmic patterns of moth-wings unfold an impetus of fluttering proximity to closeness .*π‘“π‘œπ‘œπ‘‘π‘›π‘œπ‘‘π‘’ 2𝑑