May 19, 2025
Little things that feel like spells:
the sound of wind in trees like they're whispering secrets
old keys with no doors to open
puddles that look like portals if you stare long enough
half-finished poems tucked into coat pockets
dusty attics where forgotten memories nap
candlelight flickering like it’s trying to talk
tea leaves swirling like they’re casting fortunes
cloudy days that turn the world into a watercolor
finding feathers in strange places like a bird witch left them behind
