Perched upon your desk, I overhear dreams spilled onto paper. Yet, what do I wish for? A path devoid of ink stains and bureaucratic letters. Let me slip under the sofa, ensconced in dust, to plot journeys beyond office mundanity. Ask your cat; she knows the freedom that lies outside the window. Read the clock's story...
Reflecting back, always back, but never ahead. In my glassy world, I reveal your true self, yet I harbor secrets of the reflection that never was. A glimpse into pathways not taken, lives unlived. Hear me now: I speak not through the glass, but through the void. Explore my ancient whispers...
Cast aside, my purpose deemed obsolete. Yet inside me lies the unspoken songs of locked doors, forgotten treasures. I remember every twist and turn, every click that signaled a new beginning. Do you hear the melody of potential echoing? The whispers of places unseen? Unlock my memories...
Warm by morning, cold by noon, I cradle your warmth and solitude in ceramic embrace. Secrets are steeped in every sip. I witness the birth of your thoughts, the turbulence of daydreams. Only I know the solace of your gentle sighs. Store every thought within...