A Cup of Tea and Old Memories

A Shadow Crosses the Bookshelf Quietly

A Song That Only Exists at Night

A Window Glowing in the Rain

Breathing with the Rhythm of the Rain

Drawing a Face I Can't Recall

Echoes of the Past in the Floorboards

Faint Music from the Apartment Below

I Dream in Sepia and Soft Reverb

My Voice Caught in the Curtain's Sway

Pages Turn Themselves in the Wind

Piano Keys Pressed by Invisible Hands

Sitting Alone While the City Sleeps

Sketching the Silence Before It Ends

Slow Jazz on a Sunday at 2AM

The Clock Ticks Louder When You're Gone

The Lamp Flickers but I Stay Still

The Room Remembers What I Forgot

This Chair Holds a Thousand Thoughts

Writing Letters I'll Never Send