The Floor That Tells a Story

Sometimes I stare at the cracked tiles in my apartment and wonder if life feels as messy as the ground beneath our feet.
No matter how much I tidy up, it seems like chaos just sneaks back in, echoing my own restless mind.
All these worries pile up like dust on a forgotten shelf.
Yet, somehow, there’s comfort in knowing that even this mess is part of the journey — a story waiting to be understood or cleaned away someday.