Whispers in the corridors of the self, where words find gravity. Pull pulled push catch. A breath holds its weight in oceans of thought, scooping the mirror's light into corners.

Ebbing away, like candle smoke, tracing paths in invisible frames, recalling laughter ripples from days that haven't passed yet, eyes pull threads. Do they know where they're leading you?

Something is counterclockwise in my mind, swirling leaves of unspoken spells. Through time's brittle icicles, I tumble, I float, I am felled... remember, reflection someone else's puddle.

Are you sure you're here? The room expands beyond horizon promise. Beyond door beyond path beyond destiny... a book unwraps itself in silence louder than dream's ending grow up truth must be somewhere else.