Poetry: A Surreal Journey Through Fragments of Time, Dreams, and Imagination

A jellyfish swims through the coffee shop,
Its translucent body trailing thoughts of yesterday.
The barista hums a song that sounds like a memory—
One that never really happened,
But echoes through the cracks of time.

A bicycle rests against a rusted fence,
Its wheels spinning in reverse,
Chasing the ghost of a summer
That never quite finished.

Somewhere, a clock stops ticking
And the sidewalk turns into a river of ink,
Where paper boats sail toward the horizon,
Carrying messages from forgotten dreams.

A book lies open on the floor,
Pages curling like autumn leaves,
While a spider weaves its web of possibility
Between the words.
The moon, caught in a jar,
Reflects the light of all the stars
That never quite made it to the sky.

In the corner, a photograph sits on the shelf,
Smiling at a time that doesn’t exist,
While a cup of tea steams in the silence,
Waiting for the sun to come back
And remember its name.

A hand reaches for the door handle,
But the door is already open—
It always was.

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