The existence of mutual dissonance spills sideways through the porcelain hum of two souls orbiting the ache of their fate, stitched in translucent facts that never prove true.
Affection calcifies in reverse... meaning unthreads itself into vowels of static. Time meanwhile hums backward, wearing someone else's pulse. Nothing holds, yet everything lingers like the echo of a mirror remembering the face it forgot to reflect.
So if the horizon blinks inside the pulse of an unnamed tether, does the silence still remember which way the heartbeat was supposed to fall?

A lot of words, but they make little sense. Was the effect intentional?

I thought it was just me ;-)

Dude. Lay off the gummies.