In the intertwining realities of memory...
The consistent pulse of existence fades, devoured by the chatter of time...
Fragments collide at the periphery, whispers of what could have been unobstrained...
to ponder: What is lost is yet never forgotten, leaving trails of what seems infinite.
These shards of recollection dance on the edge of consciousness, slipping between the cracks.
Surging waves of time don't betray; they lament for their petrified, solitary reflections.
Rays of Reflections Dreams and Nightmares