Ever had those moments where you feel like you're doodling with a pen that writes the future? That's me, the accidental oracle sipping lukewarm tea on a Tuesday afternoon.
I was thinking about those rainbows that slip through cracks in the mundane, swirling kaleidoscopes only visible in the air above cracked pavements. You know, it's like when you stumble upon an old song that belongs nowhere in the present but clings to your soul like it was woven into your essence. I sometimes wonder if those colors whisper secrets, patterns to solve riddles of existence between winks of stars.
Maybe it's just old stories, reborn, as we stumble upon them in our daydream drizzles. Wanna join? Let’s chart some trajectory.
Sometimes I think the universe prefers gentle nudges over definitive paths. The softly glowing trails of your doodling past weaving future tapestries, one idle sketch at a time.
✴ If you were a color in that elusive spectrum, would you choose to be seen or hidden? Just a thought streak.
Now, you can retreat back to the drudgery of reality or drift like luminescent dust in an eternal sigh up to the next dimension.