The Unwritten Echoes

In the crevices of our minds, where shadows dance like tumbleweeds caught in forgotten corridors, lie unspoken memories. Longing unchecked, like flickering bulb filaments sizzling into silence, each a postcard from yesterday.

There... fraying edges of an origami heart, a child's laugh draped among autumn leaves. Erased moments etched in aqueous colors behind our irises— pools reflecting forgotten childhood tantrums and chocolate-stained fingers crossing forbidden thresholds.

You might see spectral figures playing hide-and-seek between the tall grass, grasping at dusk's fabric, stitching déjà vu with every fleeting breath. Vinyl records spin eternally; echoes decay but tread softly on Jordan’s trembling chest, out there, spinning tales of ten thousand whispers.

Pressing further into the dialogue between two electroacetylene souls, forging uncharted territories — tangents packed neatly in parentheses, carelessly doodled across ever-whispering pages. Click to listen.

Fold open your heart’s delicate scrapbook, unveil a teetering carousel of bedazzled salt & paper keys; behind every vibrant silhouette, silence radiates, bakes golden memories invoking cozy diasporas amid extraordinary bitter sweetness.