In the quiet corners of the morning, you find yourself waiting for
something that never arrives. The coffee steams disappear like
whispers on the…
Yesterday's newspaper lay sprawled across the kitchen table, its
headlines screaming in silence. Among the articles, an intriguing
piece about distant stars, tracking them is like following the
paths of unfulfilled dreams, flickering…
There are marks on the wall where pictures used to hang, the bare
spaces left reminding us of things that were, or perhaps
conversations half-spoken, words etched into the air, and then
lost in the mundane rush of…