Whispers of pollen conspire in a matrix of uninvited aliases, pricking the air with zestful echoes...
Yesterday I drew a sneeze in the margins of forgetting—fleeting, whispering new birth for yesterday's pollen skipping dreams!
Beneath the cloudy grins of loaded skies lies the judgment of respiratory chaos unleashed.
A symphony built from intermittent joy—a rhythm you can sneeze to, crescendoing in laughter's gentle embrace.