Views that become regular, familiar, until they are not.
You moved on, but certain things cannot go with you.
So, they stay. But perhaps they also re-accommodate
And become something else.
And when you return,
It all feels, once again, unfamiliar.
A SPACE FOR WORDS
Disappear in what you do. Disappear in what you create and witness - get lost in the wholesome moment of forgetting yourself. Because it is possible to forget oneself and to dissolve into a state of existing without any referential points.