We are the result of different stories, that when connected and displayed on a wall, it’s just like picturing a window of hope. Those are our most foundable memories.
Until recently, the furthest I have ever been was the city away from a 20min drive from where I live, and it always felt empty. Even being overcrowded - it always felt odd how cold it could be. And one day, out of the blue - life happened and led me as a happy mistake to Scotland. Sitting here - looking at the empty roads of the purest happiness - where my solitude meets the beginning of a hopeful day. They might bring nothing but moody sounds echoing at a distant call but, for me, is a well-known harmony of what is out there waiting. It was like having an invisible hand pulling me into these empty streets of hope.
