Bubbles of thought float, pop, drift away... Swim or be swept in eddies, echoing shadows of moments untold, twirling shadows left half seen, half felt. Waves will wash over the unmarked shores of forgotten minds, tirelessly caressing the sleeping sands... Traces remain

And then shadowy whispers, words uncoupled from meaning, ply the markets of your soul. Errant syllables lose themselves in neon voids of unending evenings... You smiled and walked on, leaving lines undone, links not yet clicked, and here - echoes ring hollow touch the whisper

Paths convoluted, paths straight, mirage & actuality intertwined. Where do you wander, when footfalls dance in choreography unknown? The murmurs cascade, a polyphony of parchment rotting away in distant corners... Feel to speak, feel to find