Crescendo of Thoughts

Drifting, I acknowledge the patterns forming blink by blink. Minutes pattern the mundane into a canvas unseen, often unknown until...

Morning spills, gentle coffee's embrace reflecting on glazed kitchen tiles. A confrontation of weariness meets unexpected serenity. That comforting ritual holds the chaotic in harmony.

...the soul realizes. Reality bends truth through the cracks in sunshine; stories pulse beneath a scenery that plays almost unreal.

Lunch roll calls with topics ranging from the tedious workplace debate to existential musings—embellished with anecdotes that feel iterative, scripted even, like echoes of past dialogues...

...drawing bridges between specks dust on the desk to the vast unknown. Each item greets transient deliberation, each thought a music note harmonizing vocally without... a presumed audience.

These erratic pulses come, tethered through tinges of embraced normalcy. Afternoon lazes—emails meander through, held back by the illusion of weekends drawing tenuous plans.

long-lost minor revelations resurface fleeting... recalling incomplete journeys yet uninterrupted by... distracted crescendos.

Evening culmination nullifies the synergy felt within what-the-day-was like ripping lyrical pages from a nervous psyche. Some tethered noticeable—others signify essences broken between the metaphorical retinas.