Nestled between breaths and unturned leaves, where tales are only whispers, lives a cat with dreams of dancing stars... ☁️ each step a stanza in a poem yet to form.
Why does the clock tick sideways?To defy the gravity of mundane thoughts! - it knows, oh dear, that moments should never be boxed but rather poured like coffee, hot and swirling.
Journeyed far from the paths less wandered, an echo in a forgotten well finds solace in simplicity. A moth, now an astronomer, maps the moon with the light of an invisible flame.
The sky weaves, the earth hums and hidden connections dance in harmony, across the pages of an unwritten fable.