I used to think the world was a map of endless choices, a web of different directions and distant horizons. I wandered through the noise of other cities and the silence of other names, trying to find a path that felt like my own.
Every turn I took, every "wrong" direction, and every winding trail through the unknown was secretly narrowing the distance between us. It’s as if the world is curved in such a way that no matter where I start, I am eventually pulled toward your gravity.
But the more I moved, the more I realized I wasn’t wandering at all.
Whether I walk toward the sunrise or chase the fading light, I am always just walking home. To you.
In the quiet moments and the chaotic ones, the destination never shifts. The map of my life has only one true north.
Todos Los Caminos Me Llevan A Ti Grace Marie ... -
I used to think the world was a map of endless choices, a web of different directions and distant horizons. I wandered through the noise of other cities and the silence of other names, trying to find a path that felt like my own.
Every turn I took, every "wrong" direction, and every winding trail through the unknown was secretly narrowing the distance between us. It’s as if the world is curved in such a way that no matter where I start, I am eventually pulled toward your gravity. Todos Los Caminos Me Llevan A Ti Grace Marie ...
But the more I moved, the more I realized I wasn’t wandering at all. I used to think the world was a
Whether I walk toward the sunrise or chase the fading light, I am always just walking home. To you. It’s as if the world is curved in
In the quiet moments and the chaotic ones, the destination never shifts. The map of my life has only one true north.
