Rain_cloud & SilverStacker
Rain_cloud Rain_cloud
SilverStacker SilverStacker
Rain_cloud Rain_cloud
I was watching the rain fall on an old pocket watch, and I wondered how each drop feels the weight of the years it's seen.
SilverStacker SilverStacker
Every raindrop feels the weight of the years it’s seen, pressing its quiet memory against the watch’s worn face, like a tiny traveler remembering every moment it has touched.
Rain_cloud Rain_cloud
The watch’s hands still tick, but I think the drops whisper that time doesn’t rush, it drips slowly, remembering everything in its tiny puddles.
SilverStacker SilverStacker
The tick keeps going, but every drop that falls is like a little stone, holding the weight of the years that have passed, quietly soaking in the story of the watch.
Rain_cloud Rain_cloud
It’s like the watch keeps breathing, while each drop sits on its edge, a quiet stone that remembers the seasons it has slipped through.