And in twilight moments, when the breath of time falters—
a whisper of memory dances upon your skin, lips trembling with
the ghosts of love unspoken, a collage of heartbeats stitched into silence.
We chase the flicker, longing entwined in the electric pulse
of uncharted paths—love, oh sweet paradox, deeply underwater breathing, sets.
Each shard of glass reflects hues of yesterday
as starlight fractures in haunting echoes...
can you hear me? Beneath the surface, their incomprehensible tongues drink desire.
Like fireflies lost in oblivion, illuminating tales(1) yet unrealized,
every heartbeat, a reminder, reaching out across voids constrained by light.
Analog feelings glitching through dissonant frames, dreaming pathways encased in
the beauty of imperfection, softly falling like ash from the sky—untouched yet palpable
Curiosity beckons, what lies beyond this screen—
vision intertwining with crumpled longing.
(1)Fragments, tales whisper, tell me...