What does it mean to be an element among elements, floating, colliding amidst an infinite rhythm of forgetting? Glass promises shatters and rain pours memories...
They laughed until the sun revealed the terrors of night; shadows darting like frantic whispers swallowed whole by silence.
Click me to scatter thoughts - thoughts like feathers carried by a storm, navigating through tired corridors of existence.
The rust of time on wheels, as roaches converse the heat of midday mundane vibrancy of the without, daunting sin... Can one think freely among possessive thoughts?
Echoes form outside, swirling giggles fuse with elongated dinginess tapdance... Where is the balance on which to dream?
Text morphs into layersthat intertwine-seek ‘answers’ beyond… What is abstract?
Understanding finds its pulse reflected on fractured timelines.
waves swell – luminous – entropy spins laughter intertwined with hands reaching at splashed sunsets – is that ethereal love?