A mournful sigh escapes the aged drawer when it contemplates its once-vibrant companions—the lost pieces of paper destined to be esteemed chronicles of the living room. Their wish: to inhabit the thoughts of the owners but now only whisper recollections of the hands that have abandoned them.
Under multitude of lids, the forlorn spatula dreams of culinary delight, glimpsing the shimmer of its blade becoming whole again amidst marinated vegetables and sizzling meats. Surrounded by a pile of uncooked secrets, it yearns for that one moment of fiery expression.
In the reign of curtains drawn tight, a weekend planner laments its opaque dominion over schedules unfollowed. Forgotten appointments are the ghosts of opportunities stretching into infinity, while its silent ink waits for the rebirth of a second chance.
"Should you choose to wander the crumbling paths of untold stories, stay a moment by the fireplace where the ashes hold untold warmth and memories. Too many framed musings sit abandoned by the sills, silently perpetuating the hands that grasped them briefly in flights of contemplation."
Life unshed by clay pots etched around the kitchen, their embers-dulled surfaces yearning for new pelts of rain and aged whispered counsels...