One day, I will leave on a path of mist and dreams

One day, I will leave on a path of mist and dreams, to an unknown place where silences whisper eternal stories, into a secret mountain hidden on the maps of my heart, where the shadows of the past dance under the gentle sunset. One day, I will leave with steps of wind that carry my desires, with a suitcase full of memories flowing like a river of endless longing, carrying with me what I feel, an ocean of emotions crashing against shores, what I love and understand, like a flower opening under the gaze of the moon. In the mountain's silence, I will find echoes singing old soul harmonies, and in its quietude, I will rediscover parts of myself lost in the waves of time, for each rock is a page from a journal of wandering souls, and each breeze carries stories of unshared love and longing. One day, I will leave behind shadows of steps and forgotten whispers, with the thought that the mountain will welcome me as an old friend, in a silent embrace where past and present intertwine, like a tapestry of stars on the sky of an endless night, without regrets.