a fragment here, a thought there, wandering words, slipping like water through fingers, whispers are echoes in a canyon of silence, does truth patina over time?
inside the solitude, eyes meet none but the self, a canvas of unfinished dreams, paint me a journey through the mind's alleys, are they them, or perhaps, us?
huh...
deep breaths, shallow waters, underneath, secrets we swim, unseen currents drifting, directionless, but guided perhaps by stars obscured by fog, yet shining.
listen... the wind carries tales of yonder horizons, the sky unfurls messages carried from mountains long slumbered, in every rustle, a story told in gentle surges.
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fading echoes, whispers unravel the threads spun tight by time, truths unwind, to forget, remember, unravel, the cycle continues, a loop defines nothing, a whisper often, often forgets itself, rebirth silence.
forgotten whispers