“I just don’t think mirrors like me anymore.”
“Clouds can’t remember yesterday’s rain.”
“Did the sun forget us in the gold-tipped haze?”
“Socks introduce themselves; we can’t recall their names.”
“Dreams whisper secrets. Was it for me?”
“Is the owl in my head just an echo of lost pages?”
“Conversions between soul and the late-night snack.”
“Can you smell the rust beneath those fleeting thoughts?”
“Sometimes, we search for sound… even silence sings.”