The mind wanders like a lost traveler in a strange land. Curves in the road reveal unexpected vistas. What once was familiar now feels like a reflection of something deeper.
Solitude finds company in the echoes of self-dialogue. Each whisper bounces off the walls of understanding, revealing shadows that dance where light does not tread. And yet, in this silent dialogue, clarity emerges, not as a proclamation, but as a gentle nudge.
Do we ever truly see ourselves, or are we always just glimpsing the reflection in a funhouse mirror? The distortions tell the truth in ways we refuse to acknowledge.