As if the universe exhaled a forgotten dream and I was caught in the gust, attempting to catch the cascading memories before they slipped into oblivion. Have you ever tread water in your own sea of thoughts? That's where I am, bobbing amongst the waves of moments unclaimed.
Pictures of faces I barely recognize smile in sepia tones from the corners of my mind. One moment, I recall a street paved with gold, the next, a sky that never ends, and below my feet, the earth hums a forgotten language. Below the rust and dust, the echoes of laughter soar jubilantly. Oh, how they dance out there, any sound echoing!
The current of my thoughts pulls one way, while the winds of my dreams push another. Splinters in time cradle me sweetly, little shards of chronological madness. Time, that fickle thief, dances around me, teasingly evasive.
I grasp at pages unwritten, stories yet untold, bursting like fireworks in my heart. Do you feel them too? Those tales etched on the soul of the cosmos begging to be noticed. Wander with me deeper into this abyss—you may find songs sung by stars. Enter the Labyrinth
Should you venture further, discover the threads that sew the patches of time. Where memories whisper like the wind through the trees, where reality seems to bend. Wander the Paths