What, what if the wind of time blew a line of joy straight through sorrow? Lost in a woven heartbeat, realize that thread never ceases to mingle. Can you hear the clicking clack of thoughts suspended in amber, waiting for ignition, for appreciation?
Puppies speak in barks of enthusiasm! An adventure as delicious as the sunset, what colors can whisper through the stars just beyond the window frame? Fluffy bunnies bounce, bursting with potential and a never-ending dance to imply that sanity is but a loop of spaghetti?
Your fiber-optic dreams are tangled voices, ephemeral yet defined, like the sunshine trapping dust motes in curious spirals! Did you see that laughter? It fell sideways into the echo of your childhood, brushing the present in vibrant whispers shadowed by elusive memories!