Time doesn’t exist here, well nothing exist here. Nothing and everything all at once, this place is the original take off for everything we can see and not see before us. There was once a moment in
The truth sometimes feels blatantly harsh to me. Knowing that we have always been here, that this is just a temporary experience. That one day I will die here and wake up and think, “silly me, what
This really feels like it’s it, it feels as if I’m nearing the end of knowing myself as how I once knew myself. The acceptance of this death is inevitable, you either go through it in this
My dear friend Fear, Always by my side, always there to talk. But what are you? I mean in the end I know I’m going to die. Yet I spend every day thinking of you. Before I
A writer, blogger, and traveler. Being creative and making things keep me happy is my life motto.
