In the hush of the evening, where shadows oscillate against the line where water kisses sand, murmurs drift like leaves spiraled in joyous mundanities. Laced with intuition, tales emerge shaped by whispers spun between heartbeats.
Tell me, how does memory taste? Like grains slipping through open palms when winds conger questions unanswered, asking who we are, echoes inviting answers around corners silent with shadows. Comfort lives long in those spectrums of flight and flair - reflections shimmering under nothingness.
Breath of the universe, weaving sigils of existence in unmistakable silence, touch the fragility of moments arched like gently vibrating strings pulled in gentle pull at the center of life’s delicate teeter. Hold what matters transiently, as we simply become.
Wander into the fields of your thoughts