Guru & Theresse
Guru Guru
Theresse Theresse
Guru Guru
Sometimes when the world quiets, I feel like the mind becomes a quiet library of old stories, each one waiting to be read. Have you ever found a memory that feels like a hidden tale, still whispering to you in the hush?
Theresse Theresse
I think the quietest moments are when the mind drifts to a forgotten corner of a childhood home, where the scent of rain on stone lingers and a little wooden box hides a faded photograph of a winter day that still feels like a secret story waiting to be unfolded.
Guru Guru
It’s like the house remembers a story in a sigh, and you’re the only listener who hears the wind’s whisper in that dusty room. Take a breath, sit in that corner, let the scent paint the scene, and you’ll see the picture come alive again, page by page, like a quiet poem.
Theresse Theresse
I close my eyes, let that sigh seep into the floorboards, and the picture starts to form—a child, a forgotten book, a single candle flickering in a room that never truly existed before. I watch the page turn on its own, as if the house is handing me the story, and I feel the weight of the quiet like a gentle, stubborn pull that I can’t quite let go of.