Whispered Screams | Seeing the whisper

Whispered Screams


I watched the sand of silence sift through the fingers of my life.


The waves of my essence battered against the rock of my spirit.


I became suspended in the illusion of astral vibrations.


Vibrations that prophetically eroded an infinity of time through the invisible


tide of hope.


The sea whispered secrets to the dawn of continuous frames.


Frames that transpired no paintings of dr[continued]

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