It’s the passing of clouds that needs your attention. It’s the subtle shift in the light from one second to the next, the ever-changing sky, it’s not knowing how to take it all in. It’s the feeling of arriving home and letting go of all insecurities. It’s the serenity of being right where you are, being exactly who you are, rooted deeply, securely.
It’s the embodiment of a daydream, of a place where reality and imagination meet, a place that simultaneously feels real and slightly unreal. That fragile state between sleep and being awake, a feeling you don’t quite grasp, a landscape inside of you that you can’t describe exactly. It’s when pain becomes beauty. It’s the slight euphoria you sometimes have, without knowing exactly why. It’s being grounded and feeling the lightness. It’s finding truth in the middle of all incoherencies.
