An Immobile Time


An immobile time not marked on clocks.

Between the waters of remembrance and sky of dreams, it is here where you are suspended with me, the only two beings in a blooming field of awakening.

You are familiar to me, and though I cannot find your face, your spirit is loud and leads me to a place where I am calm and unafraid.


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