Can you hear it too? The whisper beneath the rush of everyday noise.
I thought I was alone, thoughts unfurling without a voice, like shadows cast under moon's gaze.
I murmur to myself, the echo finding sanctuary in the stillness of dawn.
Sometimes, I feel connected to minds unknown, like threads woven in an unseen loom.
An elderly lady once told me, "Listen closely, the world speaks in murmurs."
Hidden Thoughts