time and numbers are attempts to decipher a universe whose nature defies what we understand. stop thinking about data, consider the truth instead. observe everything until it absorbs you and then leave, objectively. seek not an answer, but a response, and it will find you eventually...
Something tugs at me from the veil of the ether, Calling me to my real home!
In the faint twinkling of a dying star, In the wilted petal of a bright flower, In the melted wax of a long dead candle, My mind searches for memories of a place so familiar Yet whose existence maybe was only a lucid dream... !
Why this utter urge in my soul to dissolve like fine mist into the air? Why this nagging sensation to mix with the soil and the sands?
I had lived my life too short for answers But way too long to ask questions That I always look into myself to remember the one reason as to not being able to call this bewilderingly beautiful walls- "My home...!"
Scribbled something after a long, long time... Hope all of you are doing fine, my dearest poets ! ❤✨