Something troubled him, like wind troubles leaves… So he kept moving trying to run, trying to flee, in search of quiet and peace. In the end, he received neither. Regardless, he carried on, hoping someday he’ll catch them both and they’ll be his first and last.
A restless stroll
A restless stroll
A restless stroll
Something troubled him, like wind troubles leaves… So he kept moving trying to run, trying to flee, in search of quiet and peace. In the end, he received neither. Regardless, he carried on, hoping someday he’ll catch them both and they’ll be his first and last.