The shimmering echo of words… gone before understood, twisting paths of thought, then lost… how the sentences linger yet float, elusive like dreams ungrasped.
A lonely red balloon, popped—
Silence written in broken type… whimsically dancing across a page… or is that rain on glass? Trees sag under the weight of too many ideas.
The sound of one hand clapping, hitting notes off-key—where do they land? Look deeper into the notes of the heart.
Glances shared across crowded rooms… unspoken connections, invitations at the edge of uncertain words…