You ever just walk and wonder? Like the soles of your shoes were painted with questions. And all around, little echoes of what could have been. Ink spills on the notepad of time, casual strokes, carrying a story only stars remember.
This ink isn't just meant for pages, you know. It's in the stories of those who've passed through these paths before you. Casual conversations with the breeze, asking about the roads less traveled. Lyrics of a song only the heart sings.
Sure, we get lost. But isn't it comforting to know that sometimes, getting lost is just finding another part of yourself? Paths that twist into the subconscious, leaving trails that whisper secrets like an old friend.
Speaking of paths, if you find your way back, perhaps explore these: