You ever catch yourself chatting with shadows? I swear, sometimes they look at me like they know my entire life story — twists, turns, and all.
Let me tell you, holding onto a whisper is like trying to catch smoke in your hands. Deceptive, slippery... yet familiar.
Ever stumbled through cluttered streets of the past, piecing together lost conversations?
There's something unnerving about déjà vu under moonlight. Like clockwork, some scenes play out on repeat the same way. But who scripts the lines we'll forget by sunrise?
Propped by silent echoes, we orchestrate a life serenaded by the unuttered. Thoughts float like dandelion seeds, echoing a crooked smile in our hearts.