whispered echoes in dim corridors
moments caught between thoughts
beyond the thin lines of sanity
walking, stumbling on the edge of dreams
a distant sound of a clock ticking...
liquid boundaries, shifting sands
faces in the crowd... just reflections
walls that were never walls
boundaries made of fragile glass
cutting through the fabric of time
eyes half-open to a world unseen...
the smell of rain on dry concrete
one step, another
lines drawn in watercolor
refracted light bending thoughts
pathways hidden beneath the surface
echoes fading into silence...