Like that time the sky turned liquid peach, and you could taste the horizon, can't really remember when but it felt like swimming in the sunset...
Have you ever danced with shadows in the middle of a Tuesday afternoon, under the watchful eyes of invisible friends?
I heard a secret once from a bicycle tire that whispered stories of distant places and the scent of cookies that never baked.
In the silent echoes of the forgotten, do the words of yesterday speak again, or are they just chords in a forgotten symphony?
There's a place where jellybeans snow in twilight forests, and the wind carries laughter tinted with the pastel hues of a rainbow.