#SymbolicSurreality
I see him everywhere. A clouds to far too rich but visible to me. Like his heart and him. He floats away. Not a care in the world but a settling part of the sky. Fine. You'll never see him again. I'm not crying, it's raining. My new reality.
Not in full form yet in delicate fulfillment that seeming completes the beauty I see when I stop to appreciate nature. or any moment that...