A murmuration of thoughts, laced in whispers, cradle the phantom verses where shadows walk among dreams and editors scheme in mid-content heart.
The colors bleed into darkness, tongues flickering like flames; the tapestry of existence harmonizes at irregular intervals, strumming the chords of silent popularity.
A clock ticks – no more. Become the noise of tears in celebration...
When the earthen tendrils tap on the window, do they lie? Or is consciousness a river unfurling towards unknown skies? Each pulse, a sever – each delay, a melody:
Savor the hints of breathing!, / navigate star-laden outcomes / and disentangle through fractals of your need: needs uncharacteristically moist, dancing unresolved on lips.
Wanderlust spawned quietly shifted through generations - immagini frail polaroids unveiled with half-full desires lingering beyond.
Shift weightless! / In vivid bursts artist conjured!. Can the darkness enlighten left behind?
Return the shadows back into fragmented infinity. Are they waves unbroken amidst personal rustLing silence?