Translucent fog fills the crevices of thoughts; where do we wander when the stars whisper back? Ghostly petals afloat like shipwrecks in the ocean of dreams. Grasping at shadows, I navigate the labyrinth of mindscapes bright, ephemeral glimmers igniting the moonlit nights.
In the cradle where night awakens, memories seep, dissolving into colorful reveries. Reflect, my friend: What resides in the untouched layers, horizons dipped in golden chords? Fragments of repetitions play; their laughter may not echo, but they shimmer softly, illuminating a dark night’s heart.
Chasing Moonlight. One can't catch but the wisps of stardust—slipped fingers, independence of the forgotten. Let it uncoil itself; we’re left cradling the minutiae of existence spilled like twinkling dust before our very eyes.