In the quiet corner of your mind, discussions take place between friends unseen,
their voices echo as shadows cast upon waking dreams.
Here in this room of
flickering half-lights, understanding shapes illusions into images that almost
feel real.
A dance of perceptions, where every truth is just a shadow, a forgotten
whisper seeking meaning.
The sun stretches, reaching, overcomes the morning frost. It oscillates hues with
every breath of wind and casts elongated shapes that might touch you, if only they
were more than just light tricks.
We walk streets awash in these luminous shadows,
seeking answers hidden beneath the surface gloss, yet always finding reflections
of what we once knew or yearned to grasp.