Beneath the weight of stars, I hear your voice, and it carries... Carry on, carry over, forgotten underneath waves, warmth, the sky, folds in the heaven, your breath.
Everything connects in a dream—the pathways etched by celestial intuition, hints at lost places never reached but journeyed. Time wears no chain, moves like a slippered ghost in my room.
Random energies in the act of history, rain on an invisible piano, echoes spiraling through frequencies only hearts can decode.
Find the silent corners of galaxies where whispers meet lingering shadows—blend softly like an aria inside hollow spaces. We meet there.