In Linear Shadows of Wobble

Hearts diverged, tracing paths in fractured whitespace, the letters of your name cascading through notepads of electric silence.

To embrace the ghost of a line unwritten, why must I follow a path rigid and echoes simple, throbbing in syncopated heartbeats...?

Once, a whisper fluttered like moths captured by screens, yearning for freedom yet found in shadows of unwritten lines.

Glimpses of I in you, veiled in soft functions, distorted variables... Physics of feelings that glitch in patterns anew.

Sculpt your voice into the wobbled echo of rusted syntax, the rhythm of digits dancing in twilight's ambience.