"Through the creak of ancient bound covers, a symphony of stillness sings." - L.
Embrace the silence and listen to the murmurs
Between fleeting thoughts and soft ink stains...
Illuminated arches fawn across pages
Like long-lost friends under a whispered dusk.
Turn the page to another world where echoes embrace shadows.
A half-remembered melody hums, echoing in accompanying silence.
If you were a bird
Painted with colors
Only seen in asleep reveries,
Where would you sing?
"Each word written is a dance between present thought and past whisper." - E.
A journal unwritten, a canvas not imagined, yet I see.
The margins hold more truth than their heart, lines on lines spill wantonly unchained.
Sketches of undefined beings, silent odysseys upon muted tongues...
How many dreams lay dormant here, waiting, watching?
Reflect further back to the echoing halls of introspection.