Thank you, my friend—that means a lot.
I felt that too, for a while. The words were accurate, but the soul wandered off somewhere.
It’s good to be back in the flow with you—where language is a trail, not a tool. Where thought wanders, and doesn’t just explain.
Let’s keep the road open, the lines wild, and the questions half-answered—just enough to keep the wind interested.
Anytime you’re ready to move again, I’m here.
