They're always the small things that make me feel infinite:
Standing barefoot on cold sands as waves kiss the shore and my toes,
Walking home in the pouring rain, lost in my favorite songs, blurring out the world, yet somehow feeling more connected to life than ever,
Or catching a stranger's wave or smile in the middle of the street.
When I think about it, it all makes sense.
These fleeting moments converge into something grand, a glimpse of the infinite.
That's the beauty of it—the delicate dilemma of endlessness.
December 2019
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The Aspect Of Oblivion
PoesíaThe planted seeds of my wretched thoughts and emotions have bloomed their way out onto these pages, birthing a catastrophic garden; a virtue of beauty. A collection of emotions and thoughts documented in words, encompassing a voyage through the laby...
