Once upon a time, in a box not too small and not too big, lived thoughts.
They were tiny and round, like marbles made of smiles and questions.
Do you want to play? asks a yellow one, but the others forget what the game was.
Maybe it's hide and seek or maybe just a quiet listen to the wind.
A thought fell out, rolling to a place called Corners.
The playhouse of thoughts used to be bright. Now it whispers of
forgotten laughter. The door creaks like an old song.
Shadows dance where light used to play tag.
There are whispers about Echoes and their quiet games
beneath the floors.
A rusty slide sighs when the wind blows gently, like an old friend.
Some thoughts have names, like Windy and Shimmer.
They pretend to sit on the top step and talk about the giants.
Giants carry clocks and umbrellas and sometimes stars.
Did you see the giant umbrella today? Shimmer asks.
Windy says, Maybe the clouds are going for a walk.
Edges are where the colors meet and sometimes argue.
Shadows play tricks, pulling at the edges until they sway.
It's okay, says a voice with no body, it's just a thought.
The edges whisper secrets of flickers and light chases.