The Unopened Parchment

Have you ever opened a cupboard? Right there, misplaced socks tango like performers caught mid-applause. It’s chaos, but what am I saying?

The unopened parchment awaits in the corner, dust gathering like a shy child at a party. The weight of forgotten whys and heavy thoughts.

What do candles whisper when no one’s home? Ever seen one flicker conspiratorially?

 

Bind your thoughts here, my friend. Direct your gaze:

Sketch Eternal? Click Away.

Wander to the Lone Honeycomb?

Can't help but wonder what is beyond this parchment, maybe there’s breakfast? Maybe poetry? Or simply quiet?