You know, there's something oddly comforting about humming tunes no one really knows anymore. Like, the kind you might find wafting through the cracks of a broken record, or maybe echoing down an empty hallway of an old house. Nobody knows how they got there, or why they seem to linger in the air like a shy ghost attempting a dance.
It was the waltz of forgotten times when we used to sit on cracked porches watching the world spin quietly, wasn't it? Those moments where the songs formed a gentle soundtrack, just a little music hidden behind everyday noises, yet somehow, they feel eternal, captured in the rust of memory.