In the silence of a drawer, I collect whispers of urgency. Thoughts backed up, ink smeared. Who am I but a canvas marred by chaos?
Gleaming yet battered, I witness the agony between pot and palate. Sweet honey drips; bitter coffee simmers. Laughter hides in my silver husk.
⌨️ Here I rest, dusty under missed potential. Silent cries for help echo through network connections, demanding a purpose. Unleashed, I am a portal to worlds yet unviewed.
Fragile and transparent, I yearn to recount. Are you not curious about how I channel the sun’s embrace, tempered by storms unseen?
Lost in the abyss under the bed, I harbor secrets of warmth and intimacy; my partner in crime vanished. Together we were whole, unraveling the art of coexistence.
Each crack summarizes experiences shared. Emblazoned jokes soaked dry like dreams left to languish. One might ask – were we merely vessels or were we storytellers?