Hidden Cogs

Whispers of gears grinding, echoes of thoughts colliding.
Do you ever feel the mechanical pulse? Clocks ticking in reverse, secrets leaking like warm honey.

Can you hear the shadows of conversation? Half-words lingering, unraveling as if caught in spider silk, stuck between moments.

If I could send thoughts like postcards...
Missed connections and faded memories, the way rain settles on dusty windows, sparkling with trapped sunlight.

Lost Leaves - The tree that bloomed in spring and forgot winter.

Imagine a world where you could taste colors,
where the sky drips blueberry, and clouds are dandelions. A kaleidoscope sifting through fingertips.

Broken clocks, much like us, wear their scars with pride.
The rhythm of life growing faint, fractals of laughter echoing in empty rooms.

Forgotten Rhythms - Dance of the unheard.

I once met a cat that could read dreams,
her gaze slipping through the veil of sleep, guiding lost souls homeward.