Avalon & Ashen
Ever notice how the same moonlit pattern keeps showing up in your poems and the trees outside? I keep spotting it in the way shadows fall, and it makes me wonder if we’re both tuned to a hidden rhythm.
Yeah, the moon likes to recycle its own brushstrokes. Maybe it's the universe humming a tune we both forgot, or maybe I’m just a shadow‑connoisseur with a habit for déjà vu. Either way, keep watching—it’s a lonely duet.
You’re dancing on a line that the moon paints twice, but the real trick is to notice the pause between the strokes. Keep listening for that silence.