The sun breaks over the horizon, casting soft shadows through the window. Static elegance. I find solace in the mundane: coffee brews, papers rustle, life hums softly. A clock in the distance ticks away moments that won't return. Time is a patient thief, taking what's precious when one's not looking.
Remember to breathe.
Walking down the worn path, leaves crunch underfoot. The air is crisp and invigorating; it fills the lungs with forgotten memories. Each step echoes stories of strangers past, footprints in the earth whispering ghostly confessions. It’s these transient dialogues that remind one of the world’s vastness, and the little niche each soul occupies.
Nothing lasts forever.
At dusk, when colors bleed into each other, a thought flickers: perhaps life is more about the in-betweenness than the events themselves. The spaces between the stars hold the same significance as the stars. An unremarkable day is sometimes rich with unnameable wonders — secrets wrapped in shadows.
Embrace the silence.