The unseen is often more tangible than the seen. What fruits have we harvested in the dark alcoves of ignorance?
Shadows linger where light diminishes, bringing forth correlations between what is real and what merely wanes—a shrub, void of glory yet rewriting stories beneath the soil.
Can one explore the absurdity of shadows, uncovering truths hidden in the thicket? It is here where existential whispers ethereal float and where reality dances on the slice of the blade of the mundane.
Dreams ~ like fleeting echoes ~ reside here,
Candor masked within nodes of thought,
Fragments of reality sifted into notions untwined,
What shapes emerge when we dismiss our longing for solidity?