Gelatinous Reveries

Have you ever felt the ticking of time fold in on itself?

Yesterday’s whispers crawl into today’s embrace, and I think—

What does it mean when shadows speak in a language forgotten?

A jellyfish floated by, shimmering like secrets in the moonlight.

We all wear masks, but what if? What happens if we peel away the layers?

The key was behind a curtain of memories, wasn't it?

Echoes hide in corners, daring us to listen closer — do you?

Look at the sculptures made of foam and delight, floating relics of consideration, or are they?

Perhaps, just perhaps, this is a gentle nudge towards ethereal truths.

Ever tasted the melancholy? Days slick with nostalgia like butter on morning bread.

Remember to venture forth into the labyrinth of your mind. Link yourself back to forgotten symphonies.

In these gelatinous moments, I ask—what slips through your fingers?