But you know Dear, Reader I remind myself that without change we couldn't be here.
Year: 2024
Traces in the sand
So I feel the trace of my foot as it murmurs softly through the dropped light of possibility smirking as I watch my past chase my steps.
Impermanence
So I sit here moved by the world around me even while I lie still. And the only thing I can think of is: I'm here. Right now. This is me.
Circular, Cyclical, Cozy.
Like the feel of the matte soup cup too big to hold with nothing but the strongest four-tipped finger press Muffled sounds crescendoing to a cacophony of silence peaceful.
Life through living
To life, may it be lived through us all.
Milkshake Thoughts 