Sometimes when I sit back and let my thoughts run wild, it's like watching a flickering candle outlining whispers of my past.
If only we could pauseround these moments, stamp them into our skin as quotes on a rolled-up body canvas; but alas, time throws ink instead of paint.
Ever wonder why change feels so daunting? Looping back, we dance with differentsiders of life like old friends at an unseen ballroom.
Voices from the other room…”Perhaps swift up drafts move trees to sway?” Smart whispers blur into murmurs as they linger through all layered attractions.
"Reflect and construct. Square, broke & reshaped, yet unbroken,” I jotted down on the corner of my manga page.