In silence he sits. In silence he thinks about the words that will come. He is slowly moving his fingertips over the keyboard with intense feelings in his heart. The words flow and flow… A flood of thoughts. The flood of words combined express the experience of a moment. It resembles a river of emotions that embrace a moment in life.

How things become important that seem not at the start?

How things become unimportant, though at the some point seemed significant?

How things become meaningful when they were not?

How things have no meaning anymore when eroded by time?

How life is a continuous flow of emotions and experiences.

How life is always in motion…

In silence he still sits. Thinking about the words that should come. Fingertips are not moving over the keyboard. He is staring in front of him, looking at a wall with a map and pictures. He is thinking about things that should and should not be, thinking about emotions and experiences. He is thinking about the past and present, thinking about life. Questions come to mind about the meaning of it all.

There is no flood of words, despite a river of thoughts that occupy his senses.

There is silence and there is noise.

Tomorrow he is leaving this place, forever.

Map and pictures are taken down. The end of a period. Productive in thought, slightly disappointing in deed. This is not the end. It never is an end…

Tomorrow is a new dawn, a new chapter for emotions and experiences.

Tomorrow is a new beginning of something that started so long ago.

It is cherished in the heart. Thank you!

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