It’s amusing to realize hitting it again and again and see the good old fizz. Even after a whopping month of march. Filled with fruits and five hours each day. I breathed for twenty days and one Saturday. And after that losing a lot of accumulated eye I am here in April.
Thoughts change overnight. And so they might change again tomorrow, or the next second. So the change is the only common. So much of our time goes in finding the common for u
To attach to that one thing or two.
The seer, seen, and the sight.