Carving out your name

Somewhere, by the side of this road, there is laughter... And a sparkling stream that flows endlessly, one that you crossed a long time ago. At a time when summer winds blew strong and dry, when jazz kissed the streets in warm nights, and you never thought of turning back.

Now the winds are memories... And in the background your stepping stones crumble like chalk, ruins without ancestry. There is laughter by the side of the road, you say to yourself, shivering at the sickly breeze that dies with the sunset...

Into starlight.