Write your Soul. WORD CUBISM Cafe dwelling on ‘off-beat’ and ‘abstract’. Music, Art, Poetry, Conversations and Aloud Journaling. Highlighting on invisible Illness, quirks of life, its ideology, philosophy, reality and freedom to be.
Time flows — a river, never still. Each wave a moment, gone before your fingers clasp around it. The past drifts off like a fading dream, the future, a shadow slipping from your grasp. What’s real? This breath, this laugh, the warmth of NOW cupped in your hands. Love and trust — fragile as morning dew — can vanish in a single wind. Don’t chase what was, don’t wait for what might be. Stand here, where the earth hums, where the moment flares — brief, bright, yours. Hold it. Like water, it runs on — and will not come again.
At each step am becoming curiouser about the intricacies of life. From distance it’s a mirage;from near it’s still a mirage!May be one day I will get a clarity!
Write your Soul. WORD CUBISM Cafe dwelling on ‘off-beat’ and ‘abstract’. Music, Art, Poetry, Conversations and Aloud Journaling. Highlighting on invisible Illness, quirks of life, its ideology, philosophy, reality and freedom to be.
Don’t chase what was, don’t wait for what might be.
I really love this line! 💛 It reminds me to stay in the moment and enjoy now 🌸. You wrote it so beautifully, I feel calm just reading it 😌✨. I want to hold onto this feeling and not let it go!
