Van Gogh with a phone.

The night has risen with beauty in its womb. The earth spins in a trance yet we cannot feel its motion. We only experience its stillness.
Just like our lives. Its easy to feel beautiful when we allow beauty to flow right through us.
And what is beauty?
Its acceptance. Purity of it. Beauty is the way I thread these words into sentences that help me communicate my inner tides to you.

The inner tides.
Internal skies.
Of harmony and of nothingness.

Certain gestures of the soul pour themselves out into the world through poetry that reveals and hides.
But you are never hidden from me.

I feel like van Gogh .
Only with a phone.

Funny how differences brings people together and similarities can break them apart.

But  nothing really grows apart. Does it?

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