As I cascade through the open sky, I am neither lonely nor lost. In this world of wisps and mists, I am destined to dance, tracing paths through the vast gentility of an azure drapery.
Below the ancestral curve, where melodies converge, a twilight embrace awaits as leaf and gravestone paint echoes across the serene dusk, acknowledging the lineage of every drop.
In this painted lilac descent, I yearn to redefine touch— the desperate need to meet a familiar fold, splashing in shades of tender remembrance upon embrace of earth's waiting palette.