Echoes
whispers too sacred for sound
Pulse of 'What Once Was'
What lingers after Experience. What speaks without sound.
Echoes are the sacred residue thoughts that couldn’t become speech, feelings that outlived the moment, fragments of art, sound, philosophy, and silence. This is not a collection. It is a reflection. Of what passed through me, and chose to stay.
to the love that all of us are craving for
is just an expectation
to the lustfulness brought towards you
is the real reason
They'll enjoy
They'll click
When its time to think
They'll flick
We say work is work, there's no classification.
Same is Anguish. Don't compare.
The more deeply you explore your self, the more beautifully you unfold others.
Limit the people you sit with.