Beauty & Meaning

You think you have enough of it, You think it's quite slow  You think it's static  You think it's within your grasp Then, it is all gone,  Before your very eyes, This is the illusion of time. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com

The fog of darkness tarries for a while. The cloud is dark, it all seems bleak, Despair and despondency covers the atmosphere, Hope is the lantern, that chases away fogs and clouds. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com 

The echoes in our heads. Are the voices of our souls. They're thoughts we chewed and ruminated on. They are the words we held back. They're the reflections we have had since we became aware. The echoes in our heads didn't begin today. ✍️©️Toobrightanthony 📸@pexels.com.

I keep coming back to us, after travelling many distances from where we were, Many years gone by, but the time we spent is still frozen in my mind, I know this is weird, but love is never sane, My mind is sane, only when I am with you. ✍️© Toobrightanthony  📸@pexels.com