The night fell like velvet, but it whispered secrets of the past—echoes shadowed by the light of impending dawn. I stood at the crossroads, poised on the brink, where choices ripple like waves across the soul's surface.
Perhaps this is where beneficial poisonous noise finds its resonance, in the crevices of decision-making. We drown in it, yet it teaches us to swim. We fear its potency, but within lies the alchemy of growth. What curve shall I follow today?
By the river where thoughts converge, the water churned with specters of yesterday. I reached out, only to find silhouettes of longing drifting downstream, beyond reach but never forgotten.
Wandering Thoughts | Voices in the Crevices