Life is an interstice; a bridge built on fleeting moments.
Whispers of trees sway with the breath of forgotten dreams.
A notation found crumpled in the corner of a cosmic diary: what grows quick does not last.
Curiosity coils around the roots of reason, blossoms of enigma bursting forth in the dusk.
Despair wraps around melodies of liberation; paradox echoes in labyrinthine thoughts.
Eternity flutters like a withered leaf, satisfying the hunger of introspection.
Shadows enunciate the light, for which they yearn yet are born of.
Will you ponder this diaphanous tapestry that colors a transient soul?