Evaporation Tales

Drift Away into the Ether

The steam rising from forgetfulness, a whisper of silence, where shadows intertwine in the quiet corners, lacing memories into the air. Fragments of laughter caught like dust motes in sunlight, slip through fingers, as colors bleed into the horizon.

Life is but an evaporation of intentions, where thoughts dissolve beneath the weight of consciousness, rising as vapors toward the unknown—a clearing of the mind ocean’s edge.

Curiosity glimmers, beckoning from corners unseen. What might one discover? Murky depths punctuated by glistening insights, like raindrops on wild leaves—unexpected, ephemeral treasures.

In the attic of longing, an hourglass leans precariously, sand seemingly frozen—each grain a moment lost among the tapestry of existence, where time sidesteps and whispers sweet nothings in your ear, urging escape into the clouds.