Luminescent thoughts drift like morning fog embracing sleepy towns, weaving their gentle tapestry through the air. Each wisp a lyric from the soul, a note in the symphony of being.
In the resonance of silence, stars cling to the night like half-formed dreams. Beneath it all, a river of whispered truths flows—unseen, unsaid—carving the waterways of the heart.
Have you ever listened to the voice of your shadow as it speaks your unchosen melodies? Have you ever touched those shimmering phrases glowing simply at the edge of perception?
The canvas expands as whispers elongate into soft lines. The breath of wind composes words unspoken but deeply understood. Footprints of thought trail a hidden path looking up into starshine.