Hear them, the phantom voices in the air. Words unspoken, unheard; Conversations past or yet to be instigated. Fleeting sounds like floating bubbles. Accidental in form, Trapped in Time's amber. Listen and hear nothing. Just be and grasp the echoes' shadow, Softer than silenced whispers Yet as clear as lovers' laughter. Understand what is said in the moment.… Continue reading Ephemeral

True Luck

What is luck but one's attraction to the meaning whispered by the world. Is it not just hearing, pointing, and connecting dots in the air? As two things are bridged by circumstance, you, nothing more than the innocent bystander, notice that you are standing in the middle of it. Vaguely with the realization of a… Continue reading True Luck