A Dream -- Monday 26 October

I dance with shadows of lyrics, their echoes like whispered promises in the night. They paint pictures of heavens where I've never been, skies filled with jumbled stars stuck with the sun. My voice weaves through them, a thread of green amongst the pinks and reds, singing melodies that echo like Russian dolls nesting within each other's thoughts. It's like walking through a secret garden of memories, each step revealing new paths, forgotten dreams blooming like flowers in the moonlight.