"I wander in silence, searching the words that spilled yesterday over jagged lies not meant for my ears but oh weren't they sweet sweet whispers.. fading echoes of truth that have never been spoken aloud before unless they were dreaming dreaming in hollow circles under the broken stars scattered like lies across a solemn sky."

"What is the color of truth? When it hides so well beneath the skin of time.. time that laughs and dances, ribbons in the twilight casting shadows that are almost familiar, almost a memory not yet forgotten, not yet gone."

"Perhaps we should listen closer, closer still, until the murmurs of forgotten gardens bloom in the wrinkles of eternity."