I don’t remember the actions leading to this — the feel of the snow — my best friend and how we shared one mind — but I remember the ball — yellow — the color of Disney’s Winnie the Pooh — honey
Who knew all of this would be inside such small heads?
Beyond (HERE)a possibility of flashing
Who knows why the yellow ball stuck with me long after memories of that winter have faded
Giving up memories happens naturally — So — why do we struggle to give up suffering?
Do you think our parents felt this way too?
Like we swallowed the whole universe?
And someday — the suffering will end when we burst
You're so quantum.
Beautiful