Did it shatter already? Tangential whispers filling cracks between memories. Moon circled by mundane verbosity. Etched gleams of symbols no one really recalls. What breathes underneath the silvered surface of what's never been touched?
The echo remains unexplained. Soft footsteps over reflected solitude crunched silently by pressings of societal lullabies— who listens? who cares? who amplifies the silence when the clocks compete? Remember to forget again it says... Listen closer when you hear those wedding bells, heartbeat rhythmic, they said once upon.
Gravity pulled crooked smiles toward stars unremarkable, remembered only in rewritten solar notebooks. Awake, cleaning metaphorical dust from flesh-broken mirrors, are they storybooks, those ceilings heartaches spill in futile protestation?
Whispered Echoes Following Trails