Echoes of the Past

There is a weird comfort in walking down empty streets when the world is asleep.

The night air literally hums with nostalgia and every flickering streetlight brings back a memory of

when life was slower. It’s like the wind is whispering secrets about old loves we let go of.

It feels rough but sweet at the same time. You catch those feelings in the

silence and realize something huge. You aren't just wandering through the dark.

You are following the echoes of your past to find your way back to yourself. You are finally

walking home.