Have you ever pondered upon the silence after midnight? It's not just quiet; it's alive with echoes of things that never were. Like, the world takes a breath and just... holds on, waiting for something to happen when you least expect it.
Sometimes shadows dance past the corner of your eye, and you wonder if they're just figments, or perhaps they carry your thoughts away before you can grasp them.
There's a rhythm to this cosmic silence, a beat that syncs with the pulse of your own heart. Makes you feel small, doesn't it? In the big scheme of things, we’re all just little whispers too, trying to make sense of the void.
You know, I keep a dream jar by my bedside. It’s empty now except for dust and a few memories of things I didn’t write down. Strange how dreams can slip through your fingers like sand. Or maybe they’re just sleeping, waiting for the right moment to jump out when you least expect it. Like that time I heard the ocean crashing on a shore, deep in sleep.
Ever stare at the stars and wonder about mysteries? The ones you’ve buried under everyday tasks, like old treasures that time forgot? They’re out there, twinkling, reminders of what’s yet unwritten in the book of your own celestial journey.
Let’s walk together through this cosmic hush. We’ll find whispers no one else can hear and maybe gather them like butterflies trapped in a gentle net of light. After all, in the endless stretches of void, every whisper counts.