Voices shard into fragments, endless conversations buried beneath the smooth silk of night,
Colors splatter like paint - melon, midnight blue, the key lime glow of distant neon echoes.
Where the colors blend, the memories fray, weaving through time like a river’s soft embrace;
Pulmonary fractures cause kaleidoscopes to bloom, mocking still moments.
Time contrives to linger, an odd syncopation in silence, a chaotic pulse of truths evading.