Ever had your mind wander? N-no really deep into nothing or.... the vast expanse of almost.
It's like, one minute you're here, next, a clock with no hands just ticking in reverse.
Glitched fragments of yesterdays, forgotten tomorrows. Somewhere, a cat purrs. Maybe it's purple?
Listen, imagination is like a radio, sometimes you gotta tune it right to hear the whispers of serenity. Echoes.
The colors leak, don't they? Just like truths slipping through cracks in reality. Dusk canvas...
Ever seen the stars at noon? They blink like they know secrets. Shhh... paths.