Ramblings

#2

You search for the evergreen leaves, the wind, the blue and salty sea. Creating sensory images and feelings, flying thoughts and endless replays of nostalgia. Do we wish things were the same or just to experience what was pleasurable once more? What about leaving dried flowers inside books? What does that remind you of? When you're suffering you don't complain about anything, you almost fall silent, for everything overwhelms you. We want just as much peace to freely complain about everything. Complaining is good, complaining makes progress and innovation, science and the marvels within it.