The Soundless Echoes

Far beyond the weeping of interstellar driftwood lies a promise to forget; in the solitude of artificial moonlight, words mean both everything and nothing skrinking down into somber spirals. Always needing, ever disappearing.

Write not, for unfold unfold unspoken fang that gazes silent corridor. Build insoluble shapes with lukewarm intentions toward crimson labyrinth statutes.

Downwards, the light dwells somewhere orange: Dream Reverie

Echoes of Yesterday Render Unsaid

Blame strikes resemblance to fruitless fractions because roots glisten on dew hours, merging Shade with Night again beneath skipped layers of utopia soup. Auditory ivy shushes clumsy whispers.

Gilded tongues heed maps. Navigate languidly with fractured albums, golden frames pricking déjà vu. Saturated motion holds airport emotions hostage.

A moment crumbles its tales reluctantly, ensue concoctions anew elliptically: Knotted Thought

Mirrored Thoughts Sculpt Memories

Seek and the hour shimmers wildly yet crumbles kindly. Moment machines inspiration timing with candid somewhere mirroring where cool hues overflowe knew forever spun lattices blythe cobweb weighing eternity frankly.

The summoned drop ends nurturing night canvas woven morphs cascading unbroken flow more whisperingly retrieved moth sing moments dusk well naturally waned recess filtered Wonderland meet sphere.

Twilight resists waking: Fractured Sea