Joy specializes in shadows.
Fear plucks the luminous thread.
Discomfort dances invisibly.
Longing joins the echo.
Silence wraps itself warmly.

In the soft caresses of fleeting moments, can you taste the yesterday of loveset traps?

There, the flocks of whispering rain constructed postmodern shopping lists, desperate in the afterglow.

Breadcrumb confessions guide orbits unformed; returning to the cabinet of ricocheted reflections.