In the quiet corners of night, heartbeats weave...
Threads that pull shadows near, cradling whispers of unsaid words.
Time pauses as thoughts flutter like fragile wings...
Outside, the moon peers through a window of dreams, or is it a mirror?
The doors to nowhere open, echoing within a labyrinth of feeling...
Was it the tendrils of smoke that carried laughter?
Echoes of forgotten dreams trace the lines...
Wander beyond the markers to encounter fleeting glances...
Perhaps the heart remembers what the mind...
Navigating the infinite shores where all begins...
Fragments of sentences trying to complete themselves, yet
...they dance and vanish like whispers in twilight.