Ever sat in a circle, like the great philosophers of old? Except, no one knows what the great philosophers were really talking about. Maybe it was about the proper way to eat spaghetti. Or how many licks it takes to get to the Tootsie Roll center of a Tootsie Pop. But in this circle, we don't have answers—just whispers and half-formed thoughts thrown into the night like paper airplanes.
Imagine the sky opening up and a million tiny songs escaping, each one a missed chance at karaoke. These songs don't have melodies; they exist in harmonies of what could have been. They're the soundtrack to the unsung, the unspoken. Like your cat's secret life as a ninja or the neighbor's dog who dreams in Morse code.
Here, trust is a circle, not a square. Squares have corners, and corners are for people who can't commit to the roundness of life. Embrace the circle, where everyone is equidistant from the center, and no one is more special than anyone else. Unless you brought snacks.