#vss365
I #reckon the stars tally debts of silence
The ocean’s pulse is an abacus of longing
Counting waves like unspoken verdicts of desire
Time itself is a stern accountant of shadows
Reckon its ink stains upon parchment of memory
Where even breath becomes a currency of doubt.
#vss365#Hunger is not in the belly, but a wolf that learned to wear my skin
It chews the library I built from unspoken apologies
Yet the throat remains a desert road, always inviting pilgrims
To want is to remember a feast you never attended.
#vss365#passion a labyrinth of molten veins
It drapes soul in scarlet conspiracies
A storm that engraves hieroglyphs on silence
The chalice where shadows ferment into flame
A mirror fractured into constellations of desire
And the secret architect of eternity’s trembling pulse.
#vss365
To #embark is to loosen the anchor of certainty
a moth daring the furnace of uncharted flame
the horizon becomes a scroll of encrypted prophecy
time itself a tide conspiring with silence
and destiny,an orchestra tuning in the dark.
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In #stormy halls where riddles ignite
The Minotaur of thot prowls hidden from sight
Invisible veils drape corridors of guile
Each echo a cipher, each silence a trial
Guiding the seeker through masks without name
And the mind is a stormy maze where truth learns to flee.
#vss365#Conflict is a mirror cracked by moonlight
its shards whispering rival constellations
A river of ink floods parchment veins
It is a cathedral built on shifting sands
bells tolling in opposite directions
yet each echo insists it is the only truth.
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Leaves unravel like manuscripts of forgotten empires
Each vein a testament to the #marvel of impermanence
The wind rehearses elegies in fractured cadences
Roots sip the memory of rain like clandestine wine
The horizon smolders, a kiln for reborn constellations,