Ever noticed how thoughts dance like whispers in the wind?

Sipping your morning coffee, and suddenly you're a symphony conductor, and the steam is your orchestra.

Horizons are just promises written in the sky, waiting for someone to elasticize their thoughts and reach them.

Do thoughts have colors? Just like the horizon bleeds hues at sunset, maybe they do too.

Have you ever stretched a thought so far it became a memory of something you wish to forget?

Sometimes, silence composes the most beautiful melodies. It's in that quiet that you find the heartbeats of your musings.