The Echoes of Thought

“What is existence if not a tapestry of moments woven by the hands of longing?”

“Every heartbeat resonates with silent questions; a symphony of wandering souls.”

“To ponder is to ripple in the pond of reality, beckoning the shadows to embrace your spirit.”

As I drift, suspended between realms, I grasp for purpose—

“Do the stars weep at our mortal pursuits? Or do they whisper secrets, cloaked in their luminous garments?”

They say to live is to dream, yet are we but fragments of a forgotten nightmare?

“These thoughts go bouncing, ricocheting off one another, seeking solace in the silence.”