It’s wild how the last time you experience someone is the way you actually experience them for the last time.

That last laugh,
The last touch,
The last smile,
The last look,

The problem is that I never want to reincarnate to experience you again, I wanna feel you more now, the vibration you were to experience, I want a song, a quote, a poem, a flower, a plant, an animal, another human, to stroke the fact you’re living within me.

It’s sad that every full moon we moarn a loss, the masses are feeling it, and the only hack is to go through it, to experience it all and remember that it’s all frequency, with each trauma a layer of you has to shed, and you get reborn, the problem is we end up in a loop, stuck in endless grief that hinders the new you to emerge.

Go through it, be gentle with you, be kind to you through this journey. You will always know what to do.

That last conversation
Why is detachment harder when you’re literally forced to by the journey?
Why do I still hear our inside jokes,
Why can I still feel your touch on my skin though. . .
I know you’re physically gone but. . .
I yearn to hug you
Lay next to you talking about nothing and everything lol
The moon conversations
The way we had a name for everything so nobody knew what we were talking about
You always laughed at the stupid jokes!!!

Funny enough I know you’re not entirely gone,
But I hate that I may never hug you again in this lifetime

One thing I know is I loved experiencing you,
Such a force of nature