Fragmented Thoughts

Silence crackles in the twilight — electric strings of consciousness intertwine, echoing the scent of forgotten fruit, limbs swaying, tightropes strung between leaves, whispered secrets of whispers wrapped in autumn's glow.

Flashes of digital sunsets blurring tomato-red—smooth static swells, are those my thoughts floating on a pixelated breeze? Memory a wandering traveler? Each step through fog and flicker feel more—real?

If only the wind could carry me through afternoons submerged in quicksand dreams turned sandcastles, suspended in an interface beyond perception… &remnants of laughing echoes- we forage for sunlight among the frayed edges.

Memories plant their roots deep, twisting through rays of blue zombie butterflies,
ephemeral melodies resonate through cores of cracked fruit—
listen, each plucking note dances like fireflies before their own extinguishing.