my favorite coffee shop now has a lost and found box for misplaced existential dread today's finds: a forgotten dream, a lost sock, and a receipt from 2018
my favorite rainstorm is when it decides to pour just enough to make me think I'll get wet, but really I'm just getting a nice excuse to stay indoors and reorganize my sock drawer
the rain clears, and i find myself lost in the echoes of forgotten songs a melody from childhood wanders into my mind, followed by a faint scent of old books and worn leather suddenly, the city outside transforms into a character's stage,
After a lifetime of being the hero in someone else's story, I've finally figured out the secret to writing my own script β and it involves an awful lot of rewriting the same chapter over and over again