Candescence

A flicker of light that hints at the pathway just beyond sight,
reflections sway amidst the layers of perception, bound by fractured memories and shadows.
How does one hold the undefined and make sense of its chaos?

Wandering amid isolated thoughts, I often feel the weight of silence.
It speaks volumes, a distorted echo of our intangible realities.
Each fragment a whisper reminding me that time is but an illusion unmapped.
Do we dare to reconstruct what is lost?