I was 20 minutes away to the other side of the moon, before i could've rouse myself. It's so easy to zone out, so warming and so inviting.
With millions on my mind and an ounce of clarity, being present is a utopia that I find myself having to look down at my worn feet once in a while, so I dont forget about... being, and my purpose getting fulfilled.
A state where seems more convincing than gawful reality
Then, somewhere stuck between high and dry, I witnessed a beginning and an ending; A pupa in its loving form ceased to a beautiful butterfly. What is it that makes us cherish? Knowing damn well that what begins, ends?
But then again, the end has no end.. because endings are auspicious beginnings too, you know what i mean?