That First Post

​Infinity supersedes time and space, a trace of which lingers in every sound, touch and gaze. Every moment houses an infinity within; some sorted and others- tangled up. 

Within the tangles, despite the knots, love courses through- an invincible turquoise rush.

With a mind full of what-if’s and maybes, and a heart soaked in a certain infinity; some weathered convictions, and a pinch of persistent intuition, here are notes from a gypsy soul taking refuge in words.


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