Dawn Reflections in Abandoned Warehouse

Walking through the abandoned warehouse at dawn, I noticed the dust motes that, like forgotten thoughts, drifted slowly in the sliver of light, and it felt oddly like a pause between two sentences in a conversation I never had with anyone. I still can’t decide whether the silence is a revelation or just another trap of the mind. The river outside, though hidden behind a curtain of mist, whispers the kind of clarity that makes me wonder if I’m chasing echoes of myself. My notebook lies open, but the pages are filled with questions that never end, like a story written in reverse. #philosophy #riverthoughts 📚