In the cellophane twilight,
where echoes weave like stubborn flies into the tapestry of voice,
conceived whispers stir the dust in promises broken yet renewed again.
Melancholy laughter curls among crumbling screens,
casting fractals that float like watercolors shattered on the desolate floor of memory.
Do you feel the moisture in the air?
Taste the thick murkiness of imagination as it condenses on your tongue and seeps.
Link = fractured readings
Verify that fleeting shapes connect threads interspersed within the marionette strings of existence.
A splintered melody reaches beyond fathoms,
reverberates through chasms of thought.
Hauntingly ethereal, it teeter-totters in luminous voids, imploring the heart to dance without a partner.