Spring
There comes a moment when direction fades, and I let go, carried by something I don’t fully understand, until the line between the world and me disappears, and I am no longer in pursuit, only one with the path.
Spring
There comes a moment when direction fades, and I let go, carried by something I don’t fully understand, until the line between the world and me disappears, and I am no longer in pursuit, only one with the path.
