These Are The Hours. The Hours, The Minutes, The Seconds. And The Mind? Brutal.

Solitude.

“Jhst thinking...how nothing last.”

Sad and true. Yet, there's a small call of realism...and the ache of memories to always be saved. Until then...💋

how to disappear completely and never be found again

A monarch butterfly (Wonders of Life - BBC)

It's the likelihood of being caught that creates "danger." Unless you believe that whatever you do will enrich your life, there is no true danger.

In the case of anything implies more, it will be less in years to come. How life is significant but then... useless.

Genuine worth, unadulterated expectations of life; the terrible days and great. Those low and highs, of surprising good fortune.

So presently, here is the new day. The new life, the new implications, all things considered,

In the event that anytime, it will blur. Those recollections of joy and in the middle between are great forever.

The hug became a cure. Not only a hug, but medicine. Not just medical treatment, but healing. More than healing, but needed. They never let go. Even when they are apart.

“When— Where can I find that?” She asked.

“Find what?”

“That.” She extended her arm pointing to the two people embracing.

“It’ll find you.” It answered.

Her arm sank back to her side. Her eyes were clouded with envious tears; maybe not so much envious tears as sadness. 'When will it find me?'

She hadn't asked out loud, but it heard her. “Be patient.” It answered.

“I’ve learned people are made of layers and sometimes you have to wait until the next one is revealed.”

— @sixwordssayitall

Angelina Jolie (1996)