Sometimes I wonder if the trees... paths untrodden, yet I know they're watching. The leaves whisper secrets, or is it my own mind unraveling? Words escape in fragments here...
You step lightly, uncertain whether it's... the road winds, twisting like old thoughts, forgotten comforts linger but beneath the branches there...
The sound of footsteps, not yours, or was it just the wind? Silent cries echo through empty corridors... spaces between the words know more than they say. Once, it was state parks...