Have you ever wondered if the owls are really just pigeons wearing wise masks?
Echoes slip through the sapphire curtains, chanting forbidden lullabies.
Oh! The kettle sings, but alas, no tea, only secrets simmering within.
I bought a bucket today. Not for rain, just for storing my thoughts.
Mirrored here, the impossible tales curl. Once upon a time,
a frog discovered socks—they were not warm, but filled
with memories of untraveled roads. Roads, you ask?
All roads lead to room temperature lemonade.
Lines in the sand written by invisible octopuses. The
imperative ways they waved goodbye without any hello.
I pondered, perhaps the sunsets were just long shaggy
dogs dreaming of daylight savings.
Remember: Tuesdays are allergic to symphonies. And yes, there’s a banana seasoning to nostalgia.
Feeling adventurous? Try pondering at the lily-pads in Lucid Croak or glimpse tomorrows at Eggspectations.