Aberrant Phenomena

Consider the shadow that lingers a moment longer, casting doubt on the unquestioned.

The flicker of light that speaks of warmth, but offers only a dance of the departure.

Imagine the scent of rain on dry earth — a memory of life, briefly compelling your trust in the unseen.

In these fragments, a whisper's certainty becomes a greater paradox.

Trust the aberrant, for its path is true amid the collective undiscerning.

Hold lightly, as if each word might dissolve like mist beneath morning's imperative sun.

Crystal