Midnight murmurs scratched behind the eyes, unseen faces whispering cryptic tales in hushed tones. The mind drifts where shadows linger in persistent dance. Fleeting thoughts wrapped in moonlight embrace—gentle, tender, persistent like ripples on forgotten lakes. The synaptic sighs unravel silken threads, weaving whispers into every inhale exhalation. In quiet moments, do you hear the tick of absent clocks? Feel the hum of oceans trapped within the ephemeral folds of sky?
Morning (yet) to come swirls with possibilities in every yawning fiber of dim luminescent silk. Wake as dreamers, who become wind, who dare ripple through ethereal koi dance, rivers coiling tune into tranquil echo.
Specters of laughter float on silvery tides (adrift) where things once spoken linger, fragile truths now echos.