sol.ace_r

Wanderer.

In the past, it felt a little lonely, like someone who couldn’t stay anywhere and kept drifting.
But when I think about it quietly, maybe that’s not quite true.

Maybe a wanderer isn’t someone who cannot stay,
but someone who is still walking their own path.

Sometimes stopping and standing still, gazing for a long time,
sometimes continuing to walk without even knowing why,
moving forward slowly and clumsily like that.

I don’t think that kind of time is a bad thing.
Even the moments when I’m unsure of the direction
feel like they explain the me who is standing on that path.

It doesn’t mean I haven’t arrived yet,
but that it hasn’t ended yet.