Every moment.
Every touch.
Every breath.
Everyone.

There are seven billion people on the lonely planet.
Each completely and utterly alone
Only briefly touching each other
Only to seperate again

Everyone is a story
Every face, another tale
Every day, another page
Every step, another word

Seven Billion.
Seven Billion stories simaltaneously being written
Seven Billion Characters.
Seven Billion.

Sonder.
We all are living.

Sonder.
Noun, a realization.

Sonder.
Everyone living a life as vivid and detailed as our own.

Sonder.

Live in your bubble
By all means
But everyone has a bubble
And everyone has dreams
A kick of curiosity
Can send a mind speeding
With a screaming ferocious velocity

And you realise everyone has a bubble.

You sonder.

Over 7 billion bubbles. You will never access them all

But each struggle and hardship
Will be made easier if you fall

To sonder, such a beautiful feeling,
Will send that fall right back into healing.

So please, sonder, sonder and wander and expose your bubble.
In the hope that someone else is sondering too,
And will experience the world,
Just like you.