from the cotton eyes

By p4muk

rush

right now, everthing is a rush. I witness people losing themselves, people still struggling to find one, people that turn down because of nonsense. all I do meanwhile is to witness the flow. there is so much wind that a rock is rudimentary to reside. my rock is praising the beauty. world is full of that for the ones who look for it. anything simple, take the sunset into account.

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