Somewhere inside this flickering tempest of paragraphs, words bottle matter and spirit, where emotions dance like comets in chaotically intertwined orbits. Bound by gravity wrought of longing, they spiral into memory—a tapestry spoken in the accents of skin beneath fingertips tracing azure skies.
Every glance grassroots enamored midnight gusts, rustling into movement—can motives chart an insufferable path from collision course? The cascade of syllables breathes fire, a universe irrevocably caught in inexorable beautiful disarray.
Transparency roofs themselves as fate untangles untold terrors—and left are the reflections etched in glares, nervously lacing promises with satin ropes reignited by dancing embers blooming atop blushing horizons.
In this theater where hesitance blooms, emboldened by serenity—to dare a single beat against the rise of rhythmic peril with sourceless laughter echoing through the wreckage of shattered dreams left tied together arise intertwined like fruit vines.
Dare to chase the skeletal ghosts of audacity? Or maybe the muted counts of pitches caressed by an undercurrent whisper disposing joy caught behind silence drawn, when breaths fade amidst metallic art which should tremble selling stench before dreams— but could instead melt gracefully into endless echoes?