Once upon an hour, astride the whispering skyline of echoes where lost dreams perch, familiar forces unlocked their ballroom doors.
unveiling scraps of yesterdays marooned like ships on forgotten shores. The earth murmured, stitching together rapidly fraying memories.
disjointed specters danced across treetops, weaving a tapestry of Why’s and If Only’s.
as lightning giggled nervously at its own electric dreams.
Somewhere, a clock ticked sideways, its hands grasping at invisible constellations.
The dance of particles and portals, a jazz of time borrowed and awkwardly returned. Nobody sold tickets; entry was instead through intuition.
brushing fingers against the known, hearts humming in sync, tripped by orchestrations unheard. Voices tangled in spacesuits of dreams.
The unknown yawned, grinning wide, offering chapters and verses forever unwritten.