In the mirror's breath, reflections splinter,
Warbling whispers encased in molten glass.
Raindrops fall like thoughts unfurling,
The applause of shadows softening the glare.
Yet the moon spills secrets through cracked nebulae,
Ultimately, searching—
quietly wandering through the corridors of consciousness.
Find me in the metaphor, on paths we dare tread.
Escape is a gentle reminder, chained yet free.
Echoes of Memories