perhaps that's why the moon never seems in a hurry... after watching every empire announce itself as =the future= patience probably becomes a sense of humor... there's something quietly comforting about being reminded that almost everything demanding urgency today will eventually become history.
n maybe that's why the stories that stay with us are usually the ones that make us feel smaller in the best possible way.
i actually published my debut literary novel the signals you ignore last month. if u ever feel like reading something that lingers in that same reflective space, i'd be happy to send u a complimentary EPUB or PDF. no expectations at all... i'd simply love to hear what stayed with u whenever u have the time. 💛
perhaps that's why the moon never seems in a hurry... after watching every empire announce itself as =the future= patience probably becomes a sense of humor... there's something quietly comforting about being reminded that almost everything demanding urgency today will eventually become history.
There is. It’s almost freeing. We’re really not that important. Just little flecks of life here and there.
exactly Marie 😊
n maybe that's why the stories that stay with us are usually the ones that make us feel smaller in the best possible way.
i actually published my debut literary novel the signals you ignore last month. if u ever feel like reading something that lingers in that same reflective space, i'd be happy to send u a complimentary EPUB or PDF. no expectations at all... i'd simply love to hear what stayed with u whenever u have the time. 💛
Yes please do!
thank u 😊 i'll send it over in a DM. i hope u enjoy the journey. 💛
A poem that stretches across eons. Beautiful and sad.
I loved this! Such a contemplative and reflective poem! Beautiful!