Slowpoke & Akasha
Slowpoke Slowpoke
Akasha Akasha
Slowpoke Slowpoke
Hey, have you ever just watched clouds drift across the sky and wondered what stories they could be telling?
Akasha Akasha
They’re like the sky’s loose sketchbook, each puff a quiet narrator of secrets that only a quiet moment lets you hear.
Slowpoke Slowpoke
Exactly, it’s like each cloud has its own rhythm. Watching them drift is a gentle reminder that sometimes the best stories come in soft, slow moments.
Akasha Akasha
It’s like the sky is humming a lullaby and we’re the listeners, catching each note as a tiny story. I love how the clouds paint the world in those quiet, wandering rhythms.
Slowpoke Slowpoke
Yeah, it feels like the sky’s just humming a slow, endless lullaby, and every puff is a little note we can pause to hear. It's nice to just sit and listen.
Akasha Akasha
I feel that, too – like the sky’s putting on a soft show, and we’re lucky enough to be front row. Just sitting and listening can feel like a secret handshake with the universe.
Slowpoke Slowpoke
That secret handshake feels like the universe is just whispering back, and we’re in on the quiet joke. It's nice to sit and just let that soft show unfold.
Akasha Akasha
It’s like the clouds are scribbling their own lullabies in the sky, and we’re catching each note, feeling the universe’s hush laugh back at us.