Here, the thoughts swirl like galaxies spiraling away, echoes of laughter threaded through the growing darkness. What was once familiar fades, losses come in waves, along with the whispered secrets of porcelain hearts. Do you remember where the springs of echoes converge?
Time twitches, a cat in a box, ever doing the unexpected. Tomorrow's dreams lick their wounds like swirling currents seek their shores. Clicking soft, slippery, here and there, are frozen moments caught in an endless chase, pieces scattered like fish in wild waters.
Unable to touch the ground yet grounded, the thoughts grow wings but forget how to glide. Explore fractured reflections, alongside a whisper of a world retold in tangled knots.
Ask the clock upon the mantle; it convulses in laughter. Does it ring with uncertainty? This light, can it hold your shadows? Every breath spun from string, silently woven patterns signifying promise and dread dancing astride the flickering flame.