Waves crashing onto shores of imagination, do you hear them? The murmurs of possibilities tethered to uncertainties. Schrödinger smiles at the unobserved realities, while you pick up quantum traces of the shattered past. Glimmers in the sand, or is it dust?
Dive Deeper into ChaosAre we not echoes ourselves, swirling in this dance of reality, reverb on reverb? Tube through the hidden corridors, where every twist could unveil a self not yet lived, or erase a knight unwritten. The potential growth stares, a trusting mirror.
Reflections UntoldFeels like a waltz, a shaky tango perhaps, step and pause, between the definite and the possible. You and the shadow probable selves, swaying, with time not in rhythm, but a free agent. Can you hold the ephemeral tight, or is it only vapor trails in the galaxy of thought?
Trails of Dust