We are moving terrains,
mountains too.
We crossed,
paths and lives.
Through and to,
we cascade with the flow,
and everything within it.
Patience is in the holding.
Going is the conscious.
Are you with me,
towards all things north,
still?
We are moving terrains,
mountains too.
We crossed,
paths and lives.
Through and to,
we cascade with the flow,
and everything within it.
Patience is in the holding.
Going is the conscious.
Are you with me,
towards all things north,
still?
There is something in the waters; faking blue but vast. As deep it gets, the deeper we could go. Danger in depths, risks away from certainties. It is a bet from comforts; a token spent, with wishes of
Oh save me. From the need to; take a second recall... feel a second rest... and receive a second report. But, isn't it what I am told? And I am just living with that. Like an apple going than growing,
I am touching my skin- an intimate gesture. They are one; feeling my chest is feeling my hands. It's a wraparound embrace. Have you seen a forest? It's so dense, with greens and wood. They may look d