Do we notice the feathers swirling in the air, reminders of birds long gone on their journeys? Each breath is a memory reaching for infinity, straining against the bounds of foggy mornings and whispers of yesterday's nightmares.
When the clock chimes as a reminder of time's cruel laughter, it ticks like the heartbeat of the universe. Look closely; a teardrop in the corner of an eye tells stories hidden in the fabric of our illusions.
Stirring coffee, the steam rises and evaporates like dreams lost to waking life, hints of warmth dispersing into the cool breeze of rationality. Does abstraction linger here, beneath the mundane?
In the chaos of sounds capturing quickened souls, a child's laughter spins tales that resonate with the ether. The unfelt hugs of cosmic strings sway entrancingly, binding us to those fleeting joys.