The insatiable longing, a tapestry woven with the gleam of whispers. Here, verses flow in search of meaning, lost on horizons unseen. Shall I listen to the calls of distant shores? An echo entwined with unknown tongues, hinting symphonies of hidden secrets.
Once in fragmented echoes, the dreams passed through open doors... ← Slivers of dew upon the tongue of dawn... ← Breaths odes of ages past, suspended softly on this mountain of thought... Silhouette songs waltzing in the chiaroscuro canopy above. Such patterns, weaving kaleidoscopic syllables in star-studded chants.
The silence reverberates with layers of heavy-light truths. Each syllable, a stepping stone along the reflective stream — wandering through bounds undefined... Awaiting the delicate whisper of someone yet to come, or perhaps, someone's story, scattered like sands over time.
Awakenings