Turn the dial, seek the answer before dawn breaks.
Stars blink in Morse code, stories unfinished.
In the echoes of the void,
time drifts like a lost ship,
searching for the horizon of its own making.
Reflections on quiet waters
whisper secrets only silence can hear.
Conditional clauses of existence
tiptoe around truths irrelevant to the universe.
Markdown diaries left open to the winds of oblivion.