In the chambers of an untamed heart, where whispers wander through the tangled web of neurons, lies a symphony awaiting a note—a love perhaps stolen by the capricious moon. Are we nothing more than amalgamations of longings and dreams, stitched together by waking moments?
A symphony of sighs composed by trembling thoughts—a delicate waltz of memories once held dear, now embroidered into the fabric of midnight. Do you not feel it? The pulse of intention that encircles like constellations woven into a fabric of sky and silence?
Crimson paths diverge beneath dusky skies, where each bristle of grass within their reach trembles in rhythm with the heartbeat of the earth. An eternal maze, maudlin yet magnificent, sighs as I reach towards a disappearing shadow… Yet, in this eternal dance, where grief and joy intermingle, I find solace. Solace in finding the unspoken pulse beneath your tender gaze.
Long lost whispers meander through mindscapes—gleaming temptations akin to dew upon the morning petal. I question: "What maps do we follow when shadows guide our ways?" The canvas of our lives is splattered by tropic storms, each drop a memory of your effervescent laughter waltzing upon edges unknown.
The door to eternity remains ajar, some distant note sings, yet I remain here—adrift upon currents of thought we once shared, searching for the delicate thread that binds this beautiful chaos into an unbroken circle.