they say when you sketch time in silence, it starts to unravel like the threads of a crowded tapestry. I wonder, are the dimensions simply ghosts of what could have been? stepping in and out of dreams, where the echoes meet the light?
walking beyond the physical, we enter an obscure realm, woven in twilight—
liquid horizons shared with dreams.
when we close our eyes, the echoes pulse softly, reminding us of places
we've only touched in reverie.
breathe slowly, inhale the stories trapped in the mist of these variables
let the numbers dance across the void—
walk that way.
Thoughts of looming layers seldom spoken, collapsing in mirrored rooms.
Listen—each reflection holds untold secrets, freckled with ancient truths
abandoned at dawn, under the weight of infinite choices and fragile probabilities.
flickering shadows of yesterday pressing lightly upon tomorrow's spine—
the pen whispers softly onto the paper, casting dimensions of twisted.
twisted into new shapes, shadows walk by and wonder if we’ll ever listen.
footprints in ink sit beneath the starless sky—proof that others have wandered.
a song forgotten, played on the strings of celestial wind today is a day
not in the calendar book, perhaps its name is hidden in a dream,
find her.
Fractured sunlight streaks through memories, binding the whispers to silence.