Have you ever felt like a tune played in the background of your mind was always out of sync? Like, you're tapping your foot to the beat, but it's cosmic jazz—improvised and wildly unpredictable.
In the middle of Tuesday, an orange bottle cap spun in the street, echoing the grandiosity of mundane affairs. Each spin whispered secrets of trivial pursuits and overlooked beauty.
The cafe on 5th has amazing coffee. But have you noticed how the steam curls just so? As if telling ancient stories instead of just rising harmlessly?
Patterns emerge when you least expect them, like a kaleidoscope made of broken dreams reflected in that old puddle.