Veils of Perception

You ever find a whisper in the wind that just feels like an echo from yesterday's sleep? You walk through the mist, and suddenly, you remember a face you can't name. That's how dreams feel sometimes, fragments of conversations you never had.

Once, a friend told me about a purple bridge stretching across a never-ending ocean in their dream. It had no purpose but to connect two thoughts that never dared to meet. Isn't that something? The bridges we build in our mind's eye, often more real than the walls we construct in life.

There are days, aren't there, when the world feels just slightly out of tune? Like the notes you forgot to hum in your sleep, creating a symphony only you can hear. This isn't a complaint; it's an invitation to dance to your own rhythm, even if the melody's hidden by veils.

Ever tasted the bittersweet flavor of a dream that eludes definition? A sensation rather than an image, it lingers on the edges of consciousness like a forgotten song's refrain. Life's like that sometimes, a series of verses without a chorus, waiting for someone to put them to music.