Whispers of Collage
Flashes of a delightful past
Remember waking up with a *flickering* doubt? Dreamscapes twist and curl like forgotten mindmaps lost in faded pages.
Once we fused laughter to paper; oh! the fruits we snipped from childhood. Did you find your way through the drafty halls of yesterday? Look—
A key tinkles—bouncing echoes to strained air. It all feels...
What was said is unclear, time jumbles thoughts on pages yet to be written. A scattered puzzle box containing stories: let's open a drawer of sounds! Attach them to windmills lost in the mist.
But in the confines of memory, a thought becomes a trail --make it glide.