These roads we walk. These roads we walk mean everything. Just like the words we talk do. The lines we allow our feet to trace back and forth are those that we know like the backs of our hands - like the imperfections we all seem to have, noticed or unnoticed. These things are indescribably familiar. Whether familiar for right or wrong. These roads we walk define who we are at the core of our being, whether we believe them to or not. These roads we walk are all so very different. And that, that is what makes them our own. These roads make us who we are today, and who we will be in the future. These roads we walk. These roads we walk mean everything.

xoxo.