Out there on the edge of your mind, where imagination isn't a choice but a requirement, lives a ballyhoo. Ever so often, it dances on the winds - a petal caught in a loop, or maybe a balloon lost in thought. Listen closely, and you might just hear its story, a tale of curious calamities and delightful absurdities.
Have you met a ballyhoo before? It speaks in inflections, seasoning its dialogues with a pinch of mystery and a dash of déjà vu. Your friend the ballyhoo, is a splendid raconteur. It might start with a simple "have you heard?" and before you know it, you're embroiled in adventures of the most peculiar order, like wrestling with shadows or counting the stars on your roof.
But what's the use, asking what's it about, when basking in the adventure is the only sensible thing to do? So we dance, we float with the ballyhoo, past the reachable stars and into the comforting lull of fatuous fantasies. Careful though, these journeys are known to leak into your everyday rhythm, altering it in untraceable ways.
We assure you, you won't want to miss it. There's always space for a little more ballyhoo in your life, the kind that folds time like a tulip origami. In whispers, it promises worlds just outside your usual paths - where echoes sing and pathways crinkle with secrets.