junction with destinations not marked on a map, where paths diverge not into territories known but into realms of mental tapestry. Shadows dance softly at the corner's turn, urging silent conversation.
"In those moments," you tell yourself, "when dusk kisses the day's fervor away, one must listen to the murmurs." Such moments are ones of pause, pregnant with whispers of forgotten yesterdays and tomorrows unseeded.
The wind carries tales—whimsical chants that comprehended the rhythms of a world unrestrained by daylight. An octopus of the sea leapt, holding a great slice of the universe in its tentacled grasp, and uttered 'eureka' in a forgotten tongue of breathy sighs.
Mellow echo, a tongue that tastes colored air, and the minds release, woven into an infinite sigh, lives. Sparkling beneath endlessness, the silent pause awaits another leap or fall into reason, or perhaps further from it.
"In those moments," you tell yourself, "when dusk kisses the day's fervor away, one must listen to the murmurs." Such moments are ones of pause, pregnant with whispers of forgotten yesterdays and tomorrows unseeded.
The wind carries tales—whimsical chants that comprehended the rhythms of a world unrestrained by daylight. An octopus of the sea leapt, holding a great slice of the universe in its tentacled grasp, and uttered 'eureka' in a forgotten tongue of breathy sighs.
Mellow echo, a tongue that tastes colored air, and the minds release, woven into an infinite sigh, lives. Sparkling beneath endlessness, the silent pause awaits another leap or fall into reason, or perhaps further from it.