ive been thinking recently
about this impermanent place
where we bear ourselves
and while my heart hangs heavy
i can say it makes me glad
to write out into the oblivion
to meet someone, some people,
through these static words
knowing they will fall away someday
lost atoms in a universe of life
forgotten by all means
like some poor peasant
thrashed by plague
I feel this
Reminds me of a healing exercise where you are supposed to write it all out (pen & paper)….pour your heart out.
Go outside ideally on a full moon….and burn those sheets of paper. Releasing those words to the universe.
🙏🏼
yeah it’s kind of what i’m doing. And in a blink its all gone
Such is life, my friend. Most of us just try to ignore this detail.