Things

They're the remnants of whispered secrets, the residues of dreams, and the echoes of footsteps down forgotten streets. They aren’t just owned, they’re felt, marked with memories, echoes of laughter, and the scars of many yesterdays. While the world turns in oblivious rhythm, things stand sentinel, telling tales of passion's flame, of heartbreaks, and wishes made upon a fading star. They are the silent guardians, the keepers of a thousand tales, things – they remember when we forget. Whether you hold or leave them behind, they capture the essence of every fleeting moment you've known.