You find yourself in the middle of the thought, somewhere between the coffee's warmth and the cold whisper of wind. It's hard to tell when it started this feeling of wandering, perhaps right after yesterday's dream, or was it before the clock...
Sometimes the sky feels like an endless ocean, triggering memories you thought...
Down the alley where shadows twist, you see reflections of faces not yours but familiar in a way that makes your heart...
Did you hear it again? The echo wavering, calling like a voice from a distant past that no one can quite...
The leaves whisper secrets, truths that are better left...
When you step outside, the world is both the same and completely different, like an old book with pages...
Paths diverge where decisions linger in the crisp air of dawn, choices not made...