I am a raindrop, adrift in the forever sky, tracing infinite arcs toward nowhere and everywhere.
Have you wondered where the feeling of falling leads?
"We cross paths not by design, but by necessity."
As gravity writes my dance against a pane of glass, I ponder the symmetry of existence.
Do you search through fabric, weave, and shadow, for where you end and I begin?
Listen Near Echo ChambersDeciphering Whispers
"Where horizons disperse, unity subtly forms."