You ever feel like there are these invisible bridges made of words we didn't say? Just floating there between us and the void? These bridges, built on good intentions and shy smiles, never get crossed, but boy, do they hum a tune only we hear.
WhispersNights have their own set of bridges, you know? Like at 9pm when the world pulls back its curtains and lets dreams dance in the moonlight. These are bridges of what could be, shimmering in the twilight. Catch them while you can; they can be slippery little things.
SearchIn the quiet, after all the word bridges we've built, we find echoes. Echoes of plans not made, paths not taken, and rivers that never needed crossing. They call out softly, like a familiar tune from a forgotten time. Listen closely, they might just sing the path for you.
Paths