A texture reaching infinity
Walking in all directions
Carries people
Living and dead
Happy and sad
The stars are rolling
As if balls rolling on satin
Life is only ephemeral
It perceives the texture in units of time
There are some moments though
These moments throw you on the texture
You roll along with the stars
You become time
And in those moments
You find yourself.
Love the picture and the metaphors!
thank you so much.
It’s beautiful ☺️
Thank you dear.