aeonsonance

to find what once felt femur strong were mere metatarsals— digits fumbling through sand for old bones

I'm drawn to you Those are nice shoes They've walked all over New York City And perhaps all over the world And those ears, I bet Have been tickled By sounds I've never even dreamed of Eardrums echoing waves From the course of your entire life Now washed onto this shore In a moment When chaos faints to silence At the end of my fingertips This silence will form Into music Inside You This is where we meet This is where we share Different stories One space One moment One breath

There is a time for everything in the physical world, but the soul and its web of memories... is timeless and limitless. Every moment is a gift. Friendships phase in and out, but with every kindred spirit encountered, our journey does not cease even with the barrier of physical distance or absence. The bond may transform, but the essentials, the soul of the friendship, transcends all boundaries. That is why we must have faith.