Wanders and wanders and wanders.

transience

Its funny how I’ve contemplated this _{“}{++_” many times, i thought about it when gazing out at the top of a tall city skyscraper, laying on the ground of my parents basement looking up at the ceiling fan, gazing into the eyes of a loved one who’s time with me I know is slowly coming to an end- . .

We find ourselves contemplative at things,

a Life in Transience- quiet contemplation.

Alive,

looking out