Between Words

It was a cold afternoon, the same as the one before. The city colored in shades of gray, and there, quietly amongst it all, sat a man caught between words. Tucked away beneath his umbrella, he seemed entirely at peace. Maybe he knew something the rest of us forgot - how to be happy with the little things in life and smile while the rain touches our skin. --- We all have our own journeys, and with that, our own stories, the ones we wrote ourselves, the ones others have written about us, and the remnants of those passed down to us by others. These stories and moments shape us, and they leave traces of themselves behind as they silently whisper their secrets into the world. Through the...View all