You know, sometimes it feels like words are just ghostly whispers in a fog that's ever-changing. Like, I'm sitting here, watching the world outside a rainy window, and I can hear these stories that seem both familiar and forgotten. Have you ever felt that? As if the wind carries voices from other times, other lives, and all you can do is listen and wonder what they mean.
She said, "Life's just a series of almost-coherent dialogues, and maybe that's okay." It caught me off guard, that line. It was like one of those moments when the universe winks at you and you realize there's a rhythm beneath the chaos.