Fragmentary Reflections

"I stood atop a mountain made of crumbs, listening to the biscuit rain—not refreshing."

"Last night, I dreamed I was a distant star flickering in a human's eye, longing for the warmth I could not offer."

"Stumbled upon the shadow of a cat who told me misplaced keys are just portal openings, after all."

"Sometimes I hear whispers from long-forgotten radios as I sip tea in the morning mist.” Talk of the tide

"The smell of violets blends with the echo of a distant bell, bathroom keys jangling in the surreal afternoon light."

"I mishear the news that goldfish run for office, platforms changing water supporting air." Echo pages