Whispers within the vapor— A hint of yesterday’s shadows. Digits fell from the sky, Drowning in the sea of oblivion. Clouded thoughts, Where did the socks wander? Cream considered it all, Rotating myths carve their own orbits. Check the horizon— Squares grow in plentiful visions, Sliced coconuts on the ground— When truths collide, do they splatter? Abrupt breaths from floating sighs. Who devours time, and who debates? Secrets imbued in woollen puffs, Speak through the roar of static.

Leave breadcrumbs in the froth, Alligators whisper blithely— Nothing can be extracted without cost. The essence wrapped in cellophane, Gather lunchboxes of forgotten lore, Remnants unravel under The weight of distant stars. Await the trembling of reality— Taste the ghosts in your pocket.