Interstate Dividing Static Dreams

2024 January #002. Parallel lines stretch into an unseen beyond, we're cruising down the avenues of silent songs. Between each layer lies a whispered lore, ephemeral as dusk, yet steadfast to its core.

Ribbons of red cut a stark divide, Like courage entwine, with nowhere to hide. Tales of hope brushed softly on top, ever fleeting, they travel, but never stop.

Waves of motion in a static maze, glimpses of dreams through the hazy gaze. One moment clear, the next out of sight, bound by the canvas, yet yearning for flight.

Where the earth's hues and the sky's blues meet, lies the spectrum of li