Ever have that feeling, like a piece of you is missing? It's not a void, more like a shadow on a sunny day. I was sipping my coffee the other day, staring into the cup like it could tell me the secrets of the universe. Suddenly, there it was—an echo of a laugh, a memory of a place with twinkling lights and music that never seems to end.
Sometimes I think, if life were a puzzle, this would be the piece that makes everything whole. You know, the one that fits perfectly but is always just out of reach. I remember a street vendor selling colorful trinkets, their surface reflecting every hue of the sunset. You could almost get lost in their glow.
Have you ever paused to reflect, only to find yourself wondering about the paths not taken? Esoteric Murmurs and the Scattered Dust of forgotten conversations echo in the corners of my mind. I can see them—fading like old photographs.
So here I am, searching for that lost piece, not in pieces but in moments. All it takes is a whiff of jasmine or the sound of wind chimes to transport me. It's like being on a carousel, spinning through time.