I wandered as lonely as a cloud, not knowing where my feet would take me. Hushing the pebbles beneath me to stop being loud, waiting for a gale, that would guide me. I wandered as lonely as the sky, not knowing if it's me who is the void or the streaks of time that appear as cracks. These cracks, that I proudly name wounds when I know they are the virtues. I wandered as lonely as myself, only because I know it's just me who can accompany my shadow to not be afraid of dark. #quotestitchers #qsbm2 #qsbm2p40 #qsbm2day20 #theunsungquill
