I often ponder among the meandering currents along the labyrinth banks where words like ardent lovers once kissed the skies illuminating celestial dwellings.... dreams not entirely molded, but traces of a timeless echo dancing within...
The paradox lies in the depth, in what is untold layers of experience intertwining passion and longing with each pen stroke transforming thoughts into rivers,... winding through the landscapes of hopes and shimmering destinies.
Let the syllables drift like ephemeral stars across smooth waves, twinkling whispers of what could be... each breath infusing warmth into syllables a rose, half-bloomed perfumed with essence...
In every hesitation, a symphony waiting to unravel the secrets of... breathe gently, my love, for you are not alone, the stars write your song here.
Will you swim through these paradoxes and currents in anticipation? Seeking still answers in ventricles echoing, held by passionate threads of time and destiny forgotten.