Isn't it odd when thoughts waltz into the room uninvited? A cascade of mismatched socks and unturned stones, they settle like dust on the grey matter of reality.
Imagine, for a moment, a world where every choice is only a flicker of light. Like shadows mimicking shapes we cannot truly see. Have you ever counted the curls of steam rising from your morning cup? It ghost dances with the air, inviting tales of distant lands and forgotten dreams.
Such is the nature of passing moments, they don't really ask for a welcome. What if cats could talk? Would they spill secrets of the universe or simply share their disdain for vacuum cleaners?
Monday afternoon whispers shadows of weekend remnants—leftovers in the fridge, mismatched laundry, and unmade beds. What do we do with the time that fades like paint on ambitious canvases?
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