Luminescent tears drip from alabaster smiles, each droplet stealing hues from the walls
then memorizing in kaleidoscope dances of regret-laden moonshines. Flicker, blinking
through webs of vaporous crimson, that hangs not for long and speaks in riddles of
ambiguous prophecies—whispered to the empty air pockets shaped by fleeting embrace.
Here, pain is the shadow disguising itself as acquaintances never-to-be met.
A labyrinth of lighthouse emotions guiding the disconnected sails, the hollow posse of unnamed thoughts gropes aimlessly.