That makes things tolerable
Laying on nature’s floor, breathing in fresh air, feeling the pollinated breeze over my face, being next to the green plants and trees, accompanied by bugs and bees Letting time pass by, fast or slow, with the fluctuating clouds above I don’t care. This is my meaning of life.
For the longest time it’s been banana trees, coconut trees, marigolds, lotuses, cotton, sugar canes, Bees Ants Sunshine Warm rain Clay Bamboo Pigeons and sparrows
There’s something innate within us that’s been budding since we’ve existed. Since the moment one cell was dived into two. Gazing at you is like speaking an ancient language of the animals. It’s like the dance of a peacock with its feathers flared. It’s interpretation only you understand. My eyes possessed by you, the sparkleContinue reading “Is this the meaning of everything?”
Me… when i’m not in my bed, writing thoughts– if i’m in my bed blandly writing thoughts, but when I’m not in my bed writing because something happened that made me feel inspired to write thoughts, then, it appears– almost everything else is meaningless.