There’s always a piece of something left as a souvenir from all our journeys. A piece of what? The only way to know is to check the pockets of the social garments and ideas we have dressed ourselves in.
That’s beautiful, I often think of such “pockets” in my memories, the best ones, brings joy and sometimes a lot of stillness
Underneath all the noise of the world, our feelings still remember us. Sometimes it’s nice to remember them too 😉☮️
That’s beautiful, I often think of such “pockets” in my memories, the best ones, brings joy and sometimes a lot of stillness
Underneath all the noise of the world, our feelings still remember us. Sometimes it’s nice to remember them too 😉☮️