The Echo Of Outrageous Behaviour

A mirror reflects not what you've lost in the morning haze but...

check symbols, urban omens flickering in the burnt orange ahead, the postmaster's odd grin reminds you of...

The air is a text composed of unuttered spells, we tread softly, interact as puzzles pieces.

An empty lane promises nothing but hidden tales, real or not, and that dog keeps staring with stories in its eyes, barking afterwards but silence is...

The clocks, they whisper in muted colours during those banished hours of infancy.

Dream birds choose to perch only where it rains joy, only to have the sound follow in kind.