It showed no one else—only distance traveled. Envy found no reflection.
By GoldenSpeechabout a month ago in Chapters
Without night, the flame felt pointless. Darkness allowed purpose.
Mid-chaos, silence appeared—not loud, but undeniable. Everything paused to notice it.
During moments of humility, the sky seemed closer. Distance reduced when ego softened.
Confidence shrank perspective. Curiosity widened it. The path responded accordingly.
Laughter disrupted its rhythm. Time adjusted playfully, proving seriousness was optional.
Each reader altered the final page by living differently afterward. The book remained unfinished by design.
As climbers released control, stones rounded, slopes eased. Effort decreased with acceptance.
It spun during moments of clarity, not weather. Understanding generated momentum.
Laughter strengthened its beams. Anger cracked the plaster. Silence restored balance. The house lived through attention.
Travelers noticed bends where regrets lingered and clear stretches where forgiveness had passed. The road adjusted gently to remembrance.
Flowers opened only when unseen. Those who stayed awake witnessed colors deeper than daylight allowed. Beauty preferred privacy.
