Listen Here

"Do you remember when we just sat on the ground, filling spaces with chatter? Each whisper formed like clouds—a shape that barely stayed before vanishing. Wasn’t Tuesday just magic? With all those paper cranes floating out of frame."
(Did you hear that sound? It’s a secret.)

So, what are the sounds you cherish? Water draining, distant laughter beyond the glass, refrigerator hums blending with old vinyl crackle. And how about list-making while the world weeps and sleeps?
Let’s drift.
Some more scribbles?

"Sometimes, entirely random fish swim into conversations. Like they flicker under sunlight; somehow mundane yet deeply profound. Why is the calendar such a grid anyway? Snap! And there’s another day gone."

(Post-it notes in pockets become seeds of purpose, little reminders of how dreams occasionally need a sprinkle of reality to bloom.)