Try to not stop, just to smell the familiar roses, as repetition and proximal affection, can turn to contempt and jaded perception.
Allow yourself to enjoy strange sights and sounds that become profound when focused by the observer, since you've always been looking from inside out, so your own mind was blocking you from perceiving further.
Without a compartment in your mind created to categorize, you can experience life with unfettered eyes, seeing the world like a baby without the self-perpetuated limits and lies.
YOU ARE READING
Wonder & Wanderlust | Poetry of Roems
PoetryI didn't know the world I read everyday, had a back page, with links to other mediums, in this metaphorical manifestation of philosophical, poetical mischief. This is a collection of profound poetry experiences, exploring the internal, external, met...
