"The journey unfolds, not in the feet's desire to conquer distance, but in the heart's silent echo."
Once upon a familiar skyline,
where dusk draped itself upon the shoulders of everyday anticipation.
"Reflections whisper, shadows play, as paths intertwine and untangle."
Each step a conversation
with the past, echoing softly
against the clamor of present truths.
The return is never an end
it's a weaving
a patchwork of sometimes melancholy,
sometimes joy.
Distant shores breathe in
As each moment holds
the essence of becoming.
Fragmented truths rest in
The spaces between words,
silent yet heard.
Horizons bend into narratives
cloaked in mystery,
resting softly amongst dreams.
Journey on, then, traveler.
The paths return, a mirror of your soul
in quiet celebration.