Wandering through the corridors of my heart, a profound stillness unfolds, like whispered sonnets exchanged between distant stars. The echoes of laughter, long discarded, linger past the thresholds of time - disjointed echoes that spiral like ghosts upon the surface of a tranquil sea left untouched by the trembles of noonday.
One tread softly upon the well-worn paths of faded dreams where kisses twinkle like dying stars whilst waiting for the silent embrace of night. The glimmer speaks in hushed tones of fragmented thoughts—seductive assurances buried within subtle waves of longing.
Follow the echoes of dreams...