An unsaid story unfolds in the glossy meadows of thy vision, visible in a vivid palette of colors and characters.
Each blink is a refresher that spawns new fragments, attaching themselves to the narrative in luminous perfection.
They all remind you, that you are alive,
that you have the opportunity, to see the multitude of events, unfold before your very eyes —to see many blooms one at a time.
Maybe it’s just an ask, you should slow down, stop even —and let this moment hit you in the face, with a splash of colors, a splash of perspective.
Unsaid stories, Unsaid thoughts, Hidden feelings, can be in the depths of the mind that might be trying to escape a million times,
Incomplete stories aren’t lost opportunities, as every dawn has a new beginning…
And how can you bid adieu when the magical buddies around keep you guarding...
Stop the meandering madness in life and squeeze out time to speak and express the unsaid…
Cheers..
Jai Jagannatha..
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