A mere clatter in the cacophony...
Twilight embraces the junction where sky meets the traveler’s lenience....
Have you paused? A whisper echoes in the ethereal mist?
Lunatic threads spin their sentences among the lost intersections of time...
Mirth bound with audacity gains flight in one embrace or another.
What kernel of truth refracts veiled lightly amid insanity's choir?
When dawn retreats into corridors obscured by velvet dreams,
pause there; solace in the pauses becomes etchings of a quieter past.
Wander the chaptered bibliotheca whose aisles sing secret pacts...
Walk through the portal: Whispering Sentences