The Flicker of Days

Pause. Wait. Listen to the unsung songs that dwell beneath the alphas of the familiar morning code. These are whispers echoing through hallways unexplored.

To graduate from the orbit of habitual suns, first embrace the third door on rainy Tuesdays, which will lead you to welcome the double shadows at dawn. The black and white hallway is not your destination.

Intentional acts masquerading as distractions heighten the ambivalence of flickering moments.

Serene Exile

Echoes of Today