Dream Tapestry
Fleeting moments, curtains of thought unveil—imagination hoarding shadows, flickering echoes of forgotten dreams, interlaced like threads pulled taut. Quantum leaps in every syllable manifesting a dance of temporal perception—unstable reality, do you exist beyond this pixelated weave?
Entrancing whispers of cosmic truths navigate an undercurrent of synaptic connections, word by word, melding into a rhapsody of chaotic beauty, resonating beneath the surface of mundane existence...
A heart beats in resonant frequencies, wondering if the grapes of laughter ever know the grapes of wrath—molded figures drifting and colliding across the stage of consciousness, slipping through the cracks; watch the clock melt into the floor…
What is a dream? Is it a fleeting estrella, emerging only in the spaces left vacant by the waking rush, a tangle of cosmic string theory, each sentiment a dimension, each tear a pathway to infinity. Solve me as fragments dissolve into something—nothing. Or perhaps every atom is a lost memory, breathing into existence, yet fading like glimmering coal, starless skies.
Links intertwine like laughter stitched with melancholy—