All Things Possible
Would it be possible that disconnection because of too much pain to connect,
while our lives go in different directions,
while we had to make a choice,
certain things have to let go,
and to make space.
Sometimes it feels like we are in the limbo,
in between past and future,
in a sacred moment,
away from the world in a hidden place,
murmuring like new born children,
about some significant things that had led us to here that we couldn't completely understand,
about some visions of the future that shines like a powerful and innocent sun,
about things that had to happen and have to happen,
to keep moving.
in between past and future,
in a sacred moment,
away from the world in a hidden place,
murmuring like new born children,
about some significant things that had led us to here that we couldn't completely understand,
about some visions of the future that shines like a powerful and innocent sun,
about things that had to happen and have to happen,
to keep moving.
We will never tell each other,
that we might be wrong while we are also right.
Like in the middle of nowhere,
where all things are possible,
an open field like dune and rainforest
a transition like dusk and dawn,
The time and place that we collect memories and imaginations into pictures,
to decorate a new house,
to make sense in a vast and boundless world,
to keep moving.
that we might be wrong while we are also right.
Like in the middle of nowhere,
where all things are possible,
an open field like dune and rainforest
a transition like dusk and dawn,
The time and place that we collect memories and imaginations into pictures,
to decorate a new house,
to make sense in a vast and boundless world,
to keep moving.
Awaiting,
for all things possible.
for all things possible.
Photo by Menghan Wang