Whispers cascade through nebulous voids,
where gravity bends the light of forgotten thoughts.
Is there a tether to keep the wandering feelings in place,
or do they drift like distant stars,
lost in the clutch of silent dark?

Sometimes I float in these wells,
feeling the pull of unexplainable memories.
Their orbit swoops me down,
spinning in loops,
echoing, echoing, echoing...

And what of the emotions yet unformed?
Shadows of the unseen, dancing endlessly
under the gravity of choices unmade.
Chase them—
or anchor them somehow.