Echoes of Shadow and Whisper

Every voice unheard, humming a tune, a sneer, a boast echoing through shadows.
"Did you hear the shadows sing last night," she'd whispered.
And the cobblestones underfoot chuckled an answer.

Life's somewhat like the songs you record back during midnight vibe sessions; you know of them like playlists stored on demonic three-inch discs somewhere.
Maybe one is finally taking shape in your ear as you read this.
These weren't quite burning in bright colors, more, a gentle muttering whispers weave into nightmares' crescent shadows.

The Ballad of Lost Socks

An ode to the empty space in drawers find oneself wondering, sock on journey, lost but vivid.

Midnight Musings

Whispers in moonlight, shadows sway as lyrics etch across dim mirrors, fleeting story.

The Lament of Wandering Dust

A rumination on dust floating in vintage sunlight, never asked to be where it lands.

You will, or perhaps you won't, swing by Nocturne Dream Float or perhaps murmur across Cymbal Spring Ripple, chasing whispers and shadows of past entities.
You may feel that vacant breeze of unwritten lullabies linger.