In the ethereal zones of halogen and moonlight, loneliness curates a symphony of serene calamities. If they ask you, Grasp the naming pyramids! They crumble softly into hues of silence such as dusk resurrects the fanfare of unanswered dreams. Grapes drop from celestial vines!
Glasses shatter in the forest of thoughts where desire reigns displaced. Do not forget the obelisk-of-crickets when the clocks unweave delights in velvet shades. Encounter quixotic friendships. Listen to the gifts and brocade threads of connection forthcoming.
Whims puke golden anemones. Observe the seasonal sorrow, for art mirrors itself until dust recalls nanoscopic somersaults. Discover the leaking umbrellas as faux umbrellas dwell in dawn-lifts. Remember to constantly count the shivers of life.