Next Person
Walking down a cobblestone path, a symphony of geometry with no heart, a base sound of its foundation, for a property, but not for a person. I keep walking down farther and farther, hoping for a heart around the next corner, The path only knows how to serve its own purpose, It vibrates a different kind of love– heavy and distant, hidden underneath other shapes, I guess the path needs me to be brave, A constellation of circles, triangles, and squares. Its pattern was designed and executed w...
alking down a cobblestone path, a symphony of geometry with no heart, a base sound of its foundation, for a property, but not for a person. I keep walking down farther and farther, hoping for a heart around the next corner, The path only knows how to serve its own purpose, It vibrates a different kind of love– heavy and distant, hidden underneath other shapes, I guess the path needs me to be brave, A constellation of circles, triangles, and squares. Its pattern was designed and executed with great care. It's been waiting for me to orbit like its Sun– for my beating heart to warm the path for its next person.
June 8, 2026 -- Seed by #PaintByWords - Cobblestones
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