Time spills like marbles on asphalt, colors dance and blend, fractals weaving thoughts, blistering sunlight and shadows whisper—can’t you hear them? Rumors of places known yet unknown, veins of earth echo with memories—echoes of nowhere.
Lost Thoughts lead us forward, yet how far can one stray on paths paved with dreams?
Whispers of clocks tick loudly in silence, as rain stains the rooftops, dripping like distant laughter. Is the void beneath my feet a canvas or a chasm? The mind drifts—no anchor, no map, just endless wandering amidst kaleidoscopic visions of shimmering resolve.
Away or towards? Words fall like feathers yet weightless, imprints on memory's fabric, so where is the thread leading?
Too Bright burns in the periphery, begging to be considered while the sky bleeds watercolor hues across the horizon, blurring reality—a cat might purr here, watchful eyes
as distractions swirl into the temporal void. Saturated thoughts racing down corridors, connecting dots that never truly touch, **never belonging**—wander now in this nowhere called: am I, are you?