In the quiet corners of ink and shadow,
footprints dissolve into whispers,
a soft echo of thoughts that never bloomed
on the periphery of waking sleep.
Like a forgotten melody, lingering notes call forth
the dance between lost moments and midnight secrets,
where every exhalation traces the outline
of dreams set adrift beneath the mind’s tide.
Follow the winding paths, should you dare:
Delicate Truths
Fleeting Wonders
Ephemeral Lights