You ever get the feeling that the universe is just a little off-kilter? Like, you're walking down the road, and the trees all just nod at you in conspiracy? That's kinda how all of this feels, you know?
Last Tuesday, I heard an old tune drifting through my window. It wasn't playing on the radio, and it didn't have a particular rhythm — more like a call from a time that never was. Ever get that?
Sometimes the whispers left forgotten linger near the edges of your sight. You can't quite catch them, but they're there, like moths in the twilight, feeding on your unshed thoughts.
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