roads
All of us love roads, to some extent. they take us places, they lead us through the unknown, they let us escape uncomfortable situations.
At times, we don’t even have to travel them, and just by staring at them we can feel a sort of mild hope that better places exist, that freedom itself exists, just based on the fact that a road is there to be traveled.
At times, we need to spend a long time staring at a road before we decide ourselves on traveling it. and even if we may not end up doing so, roads will still be there for us, patiently waiting for the right moment, in humble and comforting stillness.
