Unraveling Memories

In the depth of twilight, whispers become the echoes of what once was, a silent abyss tracing fingers over tangled dreams.

Fingers drumming on corridors of fading light, I hear the murmur of dirt roads weaving to forbidden pasts, crystalline bursts behind closed eyes.

Guards of the forgotten watch glimmer through the curtains of reality; shadows loom, stretching paranoia with ambered glimmers dancing.

Beneath the grip of moonlight, they leave quivering thoughts, glitter-banded secrets shivering like delicate moths, fluttering against a soft sigh.

Each memory a stretched canvas, painted with luminous shades of amber and charcoal, dedicated to moments irretrievable like the constellation of human breath.

Sneaky phantoms, keeping fervent secrets alive, unleash the tidal wave of the anxiously unresolved.

Whisper it, breathe it, unleash the sense of unknowing on your edges—where we unravel into threads.