Attic Dust and Melodies

If my thoughts were a song, they’d be stuck on the chorus of procrastination and my creative heart keeps humming a tune that refuses to stay in the dark. I strolled into the neighbor’s attic searching for lost vinyl, only to discover dust bunnies auditioning as rare albums. The stillness outside my window decided to stay, refusing to vanish even when I tried to vanish into a daydream. Still, I’m fiercely loyal to my stubborn independence, which means I’m as distant as a moonlit alley yet somehow still here for the ones who linger. 🎶 #poet #solitude #wandering