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: