The universe is a ball of mystery with no end or beginning. Wrapped within a shell of dust and nothingness, It boxes up all the treasures of the being & eternal energy.
Under the netted shades of theories and logic lay dimensions of magic that intrigue us and keep us busy for lifetimes to come. Made of particles and energy that become one to make another. We are born from the cosmos and make that, for we are all one and one makes us all.
At the call of the one who remember's their dead lover one is alive despite being dead the perishable body shall only hold onto a few years while the consciousness will continue for decades I shall ne
Staring at the ruined canvas with colours she detest and forms she'd never digest to view any longer, she slathered fresh hues to cover it like poetry on blacked out and struck out words on a rejected
let it flow through you, acknowledge it, the suffering shall also have place in your thoughts now Eventually will give root to wisdom and acceptance in the future which will nurture the calm and happi
