Flipping the pages of good old books
I found our little old note again
A note of new transition of wandering souls Crossing paths to find each other in one another
Notes turned out to be talks
Talks turned out to be an habit
Habit turned out to be a new hope laying a bridge in between
To reach out a bit more
To trust a bit more
To understand a bit more
Everything felt right for a moment
No haste, no chase
Just pieces falling into their right place
For the...