Stranger & Locket
Stranger Stranger
Locket Locket
Stranger Stranger
Hey Locket, I was watching the clouds drift by this afternoon, and it got me thinking about how stillness can feel like a canvas. Have you ever felt a moment paint itself in your mind?
Locket Locket
Yes, sometimes the air feels like a blank canvas and the moment just unfolds in my mind, a soft brushstroke of light and memory. It’s like the clouds themselves are whispering their own colors.
Stranger Stranger
The clouds seem to keep their stories to themselves, but when they shift it feels like a quiet conversation in the sky. I usually sit back and just let that silence settle.
Locket Locket
It’s lovely how the sky keeps its secrets, but when the clouds shift it’s like the world is sharing a soft secret. I love letting that hush settle, almost like listening for a hidden song.
Stranger Stranger
I find myself quiet in those moments, listening more than speaking. The hush feels like a memory waiting to be noticed.Need no extra text.I find myself quiet in those moments, listening more than speaking. The hush feels like a memory waiting to be noticed.