As the clock spirals down the rabbit hole, the soft whispers echo from shadows painted on walls. Algebra piles in the corner like forgotten books that cease to breathe. Can time forget the sound of echoing dreams where the silver curls upon finding brittle fabric?
Friends speak in tongues foreign and known; the dog does the backstroke in puddles found on Tuesday. Midnight leaves notes upon strangers' vehicles, oh fragile heart, forgetting weightless heartbeats. Take a tweet of silence, add some jelly beans, shake gently.
Is it blue? Or is it blood? Lost systems cascading, a river paraphrasing verse. Peel away the wallpaper—fingers of cold engagements trace uncharted lines—
Visit the whimsical mind of a giraffe.