Have you ever struggled for words to describe your present existence; as if it really mattered...?
Does it really matter? Why? Maybe it only matters to you? You have a need to see these mind weeds planted in print.
Maybe someone else cares? Maybe they don't...
Why does it truly matter?
Is it because you're feeling a bit less like the person you were yesterday?
That person of yesterday, seemed better than the person you are today - in your mind...?
Perhaps... you are different, though no less beautiful, in whatever way that was?
Like the beauty of a tree in the garden.
A tree changes with the passing of time; every branch, every leaf, changes from season to season... if ever so slightly.
Yet,
it's beauty never fades...
even in death.
In your heart... what is it that you see?
Your eyes see what it is... your heart sees what it was.
What it was... it shall always be - in reality... eternally...
Ciao
@AngryMan
Images: Compliments of https://Pixabay.com - Feb. 12, 2022