Quiet days. Sleeping much.

Listening to the sound of my heart. Rhythms.

"Oh, life you are so terrible so wonderful so brief."

Our species gifted at pattern recognition.

Going through my words photos recordings. Patterns. It’s the same for us all.

Our stories’ dreams. Our codes. Life codes. What we are and aspire to be.

The DNA of our Souls. All being deciphered by each other for each other.

Days go by