Pixels drift with unspoken sighs,
The silence shimmers, drifting through dreams,
heartbeats echo, lost deep in the hush,
tangled fragments of thoughts collide,
clashing like thunderous whispers,
while time dissolves like pixelated clouds.
A porcelain moon dances,
veils torn by the breath of stars.
Digital shadows caress the canvas of silence,
as glitches pulse in forgotten rhythms,
the void cradling echoes of what remain,
ethereal murmurs, awash in binary,
Viscous dreams are bathed in light,
chromatic fractals burst, then fade,
in multicolored veins run electricity,
with every click, deeply pixelated fantasies arise;
search for limbs, grasp at tendrils of imagination.
Fragmented Hope | Glitchscape