The Hollow Reverie

Echo along the corridors unknown, where no feet dare to drag.

• One tetrahedron of forget-me-nots hides an unsaid promise.
• The wind knows your stories, echoes bouncing back untold, unread.
• A key without a lock, an answer without a question.

Visions scattered
in unfamiliar webs,
truths plated
against the yawn of eternity until they hum.

“Last apples of unearthly dawns crumbling under footstep clutches tearing through the flesh of hidden screams, return only by the forgotten grasp on trails of illuminated path. ”