There is a relationship between rhythmic whispers and clouds, mist, obscure fogs. Sliding by, the edges of thoughts fleeting breathless^*. Are you breathing? Are you seeing?

In this dusky space, hearts beat in wayward chorus—yours with its own undiscovered notes. Ours with silent harmonies, bound by transient ties.

Congregating byways lead to shouldered paths, swirling through abstraction—nerve pathways woven with every pulse.

In-between each move and each slight adjustment, takes a moment when boundaries cloud, open horizons, unwritten tales.

(*) Taken from a conversation with the shadows, heard in-between heartbeats yet to come)