And sometimes we run out of time. Every moment passes by us incessantly. A moment that will remain only a memory. And just a memory. The moments are made to remain moments. But for us?
For us, time does not exist.
We live in a bubble where LOVE and THE DESIRE FOR LIFE are stronger than the passage of time. Sometimes it’s summer, sometimes it’s winter, but as moments. Not like time.
Everything seems to be flying around, looking like chaos. But WE LIVE IN OUR PEACE, being aware only of the silent of our souls.
We live with THE HEART but not with the mind.
❤️
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