I might not be lonely as a cloud, but I got to wander. In the midst of it all you lose yourself. You get to walk in others’ footsteps; you start to see where their inspirations came from. You hear the floorboards squeak under your step and listen to the soft meow of a content cat. You know that these sounds, the sounds of the present, are also the sounds of the past.
As my feet wandered, my heart ventured further until I was there and my thoughts could not be mapped.