Ah, the pathways of quietness, where every step sounds like thunder. But hey, it's not scary—just a lullaby in your head. Imagine the silent symphonies played by invisible maestros.These tunes belong in dreams.
Ever thought about those moments at a junction? You stop, look left, then right, and suddenly the air feels heavier, like it's wrapped in velvet secrets. Compose your own symphony right there—a jig or a solemn march, who cares?
And then there are the fractures, the tiny breaks in our day-to-day. A crack in the pavement or a pause in conversation. They whisper to us about the beauty of the unsaid, about the music in voids, where notes could be made of stars.
Sometimes, in these silent pathways, you meet crossroads that don't wait for your decision. They lead you anyway, gently nudging you like a friend with a mischievous grin. You wonder if they really had a plan all along or if they've just been tuned to fate's melody.