Stardust Melodies

In circles of midnight oil burning serenades, where forgotten echoes linger. Each note spirals like a wayward star, the soft hum of dreams lost to the wind. Memories weave delicate patterns, hand-sewn from whispers of unspoken promises.

Once, in the golden light of morning dew, thoughts unfurl like gossamer threads. Can you smell the scent of jasmine tea and nostalgia? Here roads meet with nowhere, as patterns converge into cosmic confusion. Fragments of laughter reside in the creaks of time.

But who sings the song of the restless universe? The tune is scattered; melodies traded for silences slip between fingers light as gossamer. Puzzles with pieces missing—a puzzle that shifts, frays, and shapes a consciousness intertwined with light.

Close your eyes, can you hear the rustling of pages never written? Can you sense the cadence echoing through dream corridors, those fleeting fragments of a lullaby nurtured in starlight?

Mundane thoughts might crawl - numbers without a narrative. Jumbled, twisted confessions of items never liked nor mentioned. Broken mirrors reflect possibilities of a waltz we have not yet learned.