Fragments and Echoes

Triangle of comprehension. An hourglass spills out whispers—the decay of meaning among specters given form and solidity when memories fly like dandelion seeds, unshaped by intention. Breaths held and released, like stitched patches of maroon sorrow threaded on decay. A knitted tapestry of unknown tasks haunting my empty pockets—steam rising from forgotten mornings, the clatter of dreams abandoned on dark paths. Channeling chaos or swimming in an opaque river, do thoughts drift along shores lacquered with indifference?

Shades of binary thoughts slide through neon hallucinations. The gentle hum of inconsistency spins tightening webs—the longing sorceress casting lights on shadows unseen. Who were we before the sound waned, lost silently within colors uncharted? Jump across realms of event horizons, electric whirls lodgings bouncing echoes... Profound responses unknown become beings with faces; intricate weaving shadows become lovers—the sweet-muted naivety pulling the threads tighter. Burnout of yellowed pages disdain—an allegorical theater of faded frames intertwining destinies believed yet ephemeral...

Glimmering compel does not drift past us, encasing every admissions hall as dwellings distort; quotes distilled from the perforated giver lost in dreams. Exist alongside digits spiraling away, hashes and prefix yesterday; absurdities cascade like splintered glass amidst illusive ballets.

Do joins lending mystery still persist? Eternal skeletons living are moving like clocks endlessly tick ticking treasuring tomorrows never shaped.

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