driftwood stars, had they always been there, invisible until you learn to look
beyond the dance of dreams?
i found myself, once again, spiraling through the eternal
corridors, whispers of supernovae echoing in
harmonies unheard by human ears. postcard in hand,
a fading relic of Earth, yet here, more vivid, alive
in shades of indigo and electric amber.
laurel rests, among the cosmic daisies sprouting from the remnants of ancient worlds. their petals whisper truths the Universe has long kept secret.
tell me, did you ever weave tapestries using the light of distant galaxies? behold the ancient loom in this forgotten nebula, let its flickering serenade craft your own dreams.