cascading thoughts like autumn leaves, swallowed by the wind, swirling deeper
shadows whisper secrets, obscured silhouettes passing
fading like echoes in a time-smeared tunnel of speculation
conversing with phantoms, entangled in silence; a tapestry sewn with anomalies, sweet retaliation for the ticking sterile clock
the dance of moments overlaps
each glimmer curls, intertwining with the mundane
as breaths remember past lives
Here are fragments of thought captured in whispers: