Sometimes, feeling like everything is just... in motion? Like when you walk past a mirror and catch a glimpse but just a fragment of yourself. It's more than just a blur.
One day you'll be in a coffee shop in Paris, figuring out the next step. The next you'll be... who knows? But I was going to say there's this constant pressure.
Future
And what's with those late-night conversations that seem to happen over and over? Remembering the same things, but... differently. Like reality is on shuffle and you’re half-listening...
Important to find snippets of comfort in the unknown, right? Or is it just the journey that matters? Maybe trying to understand the... fleeting moments.