Transitions

No destinations
only transitions
submerged
in an endless ocean of space-time.

A journey that once started
with a single step
now a ghost-like projection
a segment
of a single whole.

Transitions.
Where an end becomes
and a starting ends.
Where moments find their colour
and emotions, mixed in moments, bloom with meaning
waiting to be plucked, if only the traveller has time to breathe
to rest, in the present.

Restless.
Kinetic.
Omnipresent.
An eternity in one
transition.

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