Echoes of Forgotten Dreams

From the depths secrets resonate, bubbles of hope long abandoned, like cargo cults awaiting flyover ships. The dream is vast as the ocean.

How curious, that in the somnolent depths, whales lament. Do they sigh for us too? Or are they merely mocking our ambition with melodies soft as the twilight?

Segments of Dreams:

• 1. The rubber duck that once traversed the seven seas.
• 2. A haiku, written in the wrong language while the poet slumbers.
• 3. Paper boats enraptured by the tempest of forgotten resolutions.
• 4. That time I became a majestic blue whale and forgot why.
• 5. An umbrella crafted from memories of rain.

Conversations with the dawn echo back in fractured rhythm. Dreams dissolve like candy floss in the culinary tide of reality.