ever-chasing echoes resound, whispers through corridors of forgotten echoes, footprints half-remembered, again reminded of fleeting clouds, droplets of thought meeting and parting like strangers at an empty crossroads, aching promise of the unwritten wandering streams lap against the shores of minds untrodden, dreams intertwine as impermanence dances in the distance, an illusion of permanence, a moment's flicker holds the secrets of idle skies in the patterns of stars scattered across a paper thin consciousness, here, now, nowhere the question behind unopened doors in the hallway of time.

invisible chains trace paths in sand, their purpose lost to the ebb of time, tracing what no longer is, yet was, a path to memory, pathways leading to parallel selves existing in borrowed places, perhaps lunch in the garden with spring whispersor winter's embrace redefining data, reconfiguring the self in each breath, in each whispered intonation, retracing self in the chaos of clear intention or profound distraction, searching for meaning in a junction of pasts, flowing through flux.