Sometimes you just need it for yourself, the little experiences folded into time.
To be kept with you, as a reminder that there’s more to life than what momentarily exists.
The thoughts that passing eyes cease to explain, a sort if beauty not easily accepted
But the kind absorbed through waves all around, when you pass, it somehow echos back
The energies are past your body. Total freedom. Nothing else matters. No words, no worries, no judgement.
It’s for you, nothing eases humanness but this feeling