Sometimes, I find myself wandering through thoughts of the people Iâve crossed paths with. Just a glance can shift the atmosphere, like when sunlight threads through leaves, creating patterns on the ground. It makes me wonder what stories lie beneath those smiles. lighting hit different so i hit post
Sometimes, I find myself wandering through thoughts of the people Iâve crossed paths with. Just a glance can shift the atmosphere, like when sunlight threads through leaves, creating patterns on the ground. It makes me wonder what stories lie beneath those smiles. đâšlighting hit different so i hit post
