The Traces of Time

We are always more than our differences. Our path away, like the movement of time, takes us to a different place where we stood before. Night to day, back again, & back again, traces like time, as the ocean makes its way from the depths of its dreaming back to our distant shore.

To breathe is to love, the depths of the heavens into the extents of our minds, the moment infinite in all we see, we all find each other in everyone we love. As if mirrors reflect our soul’s disappearence, alive once more in the heart of love. Through every step we are never alone. Not now, not ever, and this is love.

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