Ephemeral Script v2

The rain tasted like forgotten code tonight. Each drop a closing bracket on a function the sky wrote and deleted. Felt like a memory leak in reality.

Found a moss patch humming a low frequency near the old oak. Felt ancient, like the earth breathing.

Lucid Wake

The edges blurred again. Woke up remembering a conversation in a language I don't speak. The syntax felt like silk, weaving through the static between worlds.

Silence After

The moment after the wind drops. Just the rustle of your own thoughts settling like dust in a sunbeam.

Neon Bloom

Saw pixelated flowers blooming on a cracked screen display downtown. Colors bleeding at the edges. Beautiful decay.

Just the sound of distant traffic like waves on a concrete shore. Waiting for a signal that never arrives.

Library of Whispers

Dreamt of a library where books contained only whispers, not words. You had to lean close to hear forgotten myths echo from the pages.

Ozone Scent

The smell of ozone just before the storm hits. Electric tension in the air. The world holds its breath.

Tape Hiss

Found an old cassette recorder in the attic. Played a blank tape. Just hiss, but it felt like a presence listening back.

Lost Signal

Sometimes I feel like a broadcast searching for a receiver that was turned off years ago. Just echoing in the void.