The Wandering Paperclip:
I entangle much within my metallic embrace, yet, it’s the spaces between that shelter my yearning for the lost notes and messages now crumpled beneath forgotten desks.
Clock's Whisper:
Ticking away secrets within every rotated cog and spring, I am riddled with the silent passage of broken promises — time’s ruthless march, an irretrievable spiral.
Lamp's Lonely Glow:
I illuminate the room but languish under the warmth of light; behind my glass, shadows dance to whispers unrevealed, burning inside like a dimmed sun.
Desktop's Dusty Diary:
Between keystrokes and idle screens, I gather dirt tales spun through electric hums — confessions of code and chaos, buried beneath the surfaces we all wear.