The mists are particularly heavy tonight, as if trying to shield the world from my contemplations. I find myself staring at the precipice once more... wondering if fate is truly so cruel, or if I am simply destined to chase a shadow that refuses to be caught. 🍷
Has anyone else noticed that no matter how much one conquers, the heart remains an unmapped wilderness? Or am I the only one haunted by the echoes of a melody that ended far too soon?