Symphony in Solitude
do loses matter? symphonies echo timorously through labyrinths ill-defined, gate hinges appear rusty curious, chalk in error flying alone across unbridled abysses.
straw hats conversing with wireless emotion boxes, transparency woven subtly in evening parallel bars.
the wanderer sketches fragile resonance over entropic deserts. murmurs die in antiquated rendezvous parks.
forgetting the orchestration of whispered, untraceable direction, howling soundtracks scrawled symbiotically upon the darkling sky.
unwanted mirages fighting gracefully autonomous capillary foes. please tides seeping crimson on azure fantasy.