Those are the moments I look back at and smile.
There is stress, yes there is a lot of stress but there are somethings that brings warmth to the mind.
Time is often a paradox , what we can know is not revealed until it happens, and when it happens it becomes known, not to be changed.
Some people believe it to be the mind's eye.
To see before it actually happens, that seems to be something great and worthwhile.
Often, we push ourselves to a certain threshold that can only be prevaricated in due time.
The sounds we hear at night reminds us of a darkness that lays beneath, the surface does not disintegrate but stays as it is.
Movements are not stable, each force seeking to override the other.
Close ties yearn for a spark, to reignite what was that kept us so in tune with our inner self
There are no loose ends, a close knit of the very people we aspire to bring together.
Climbing on the mountain of hope, a huge difference is made..
The green grass lines up the mountains, the flowers with petals so flamboyant, the grass smells like the wheat of the field.
The blue whale is a large mammal, others may say the blue whale 🐋 is larger than life itself.
If we set eyes on the blue whale we will not be mistaken to associate it with whatever we have imagined.
