still moving

There was a time when I drove through setting sun kissed golden hills off the sublime shore of the end of the world where the next universe could be tangible through curious eyes, seeing mysterious rippled terraces reminiscent of a pacific place I imagined might be home, speculating with him my love of the moment I thought was the love of my life, hearing over and over again how amazing it is in here and where beauty lies, wind rushing past my face speeding through my hair, beading wondering and innocent tears off the side of my fixed eyes and into the air as the catalyst for some kinetic butterfly effect of a lesson to be learned in years to come in letting go, holding on and everything in between, fast forward through chapters, coming of years, stories and morals and I'm hearing??_ maybe listening this time ??_to the same song, feeling the same setting sun crowning thorns on all of us, revealing a changing earth, the points of no return long passed, flying over evaporating water with the speed of burning fossil fuels, air rushing passed my lips so fast I cant breathe in, staring at the same mysterious rippled terraces reminiscent of an idea called "home," home... something I feel only when memories bring me closer to myself. there is duty that comes with every blessing. I feel a hum hanging in the balance??_ in the ebb and flow and the push and pull, the stillness and the volatile ??_all a humming melody chanting one thing with the faintest of sweet sounds, blessed are we if we hear anything at all??_

..."time is precious"

and i am still moving

thanks 🙂 about 25% of it is edited. most of it is unbridled free thought. I closed my eyes and started channeling what was running through my head and into text. I definitely went back to throw in some commas lol and clean it up a bit, but not too clean. i wanted it to make some sort of sense and still read like raw continuous thought.

I really liked this - stream of conscious thought, inspired.