like grains of sand unwillingly, each thought is a cosmic traveler, yearning to find home.
what do we do when the clock spins counterclockwise, in a world where shadows are whispers, and whispers are echoes of forgotten dreams?
Existence blinks reflectively, caught caught caught like an errant breath caught in the net of inevitability.
beneath daily masks, symbol circulations, the noise is palpable, visceral...
Divining the castings in the sky, absorbed & observable arcs.
The heart, an incessant drummer.
Between whispered futures and nonsensical now, we oscillate unreal.
Encounters with silence, bridges with vulnerability... echo.html whispered as mirrored sins became intangible stars shining through opaque conscious fog. Perhaps, theoretical voyages become symphonies of the misplaced...
Dreams unravel under sentient planetary wanderings. horizons-woven.html intertwining paths, arbiters upon cosmic domes.