Hey you, did you hear the whispers coming from the depths of the microscopic world? They sneak up on you like the final scene of a movie you can't quite remember the beginning of. It's strange, isn't it? How faintly they hum, almost like echoes from a dream you thought you'd lost forever.
"What was it that I wanted to say?" I ask the empty room sometimes. The walls don't answer, but maybe they do, in ways we don't understand. The carpets hold secrets, the tables are witness to our unspoken thoughts.
Take a walk to the corner of your mind where the sidewalk ends and the playground of imagination begins. It's there, in the nooks and crannies between reality and reverie, that the true essence of those whispers lives.
Maybe it's a new beginning, or simply a return to something you once held dear. The kind of thing you might understand better when you tune out the noise and listen to the quiet murmurs of the universe.
Echoes Alien Thought Dreams