In the quiet moments before sleep, I ponder the nuances of existence and how they weave together...
There's a comfort in the familiar rhythms of life, yet...
At times, I feel as though I'm chasing the shadows of memories that...
We communicate in fragments, our sentences trailing off into nothingness, unspoken yet understood...
I often wonder about the paths we choose and those we leave behind, like footprints in the sand, washed away by...