Remind me; The bits about change.

Anytime Songi Songi by Maud Elka feat Hiro belts on his headset, a distinct waft of memory crawls to mind. Two souls, blessed beyond words; immaculate voices, crafty fingers that weave the most sumptuous of feasts. Relishes imbued with age-old love, akin to the great adages of the sages.

I'll trade my time, at any chance to behold such memory, even if it's a flicker.

But then, mystery surrounds one. A gentle spirit, an evocative voice, and for those who see beyond veils: a motherly gem. Grace shines beyond what the eye can see, good finds good for sure.

No words can fully drape the window that his eyes see through; descriptive essence, one that contains top notes of pink pepper, an after-fragrance of citrus accord and vetiver laced with heart notes of grapefruit, well aged dry cedar and labdanum. If his heart remembers right, it feels like a dry down of scents containing Frankincense, ginger and sandalwood.

Free spirit, up-tight and conservative at heart.

If you read this, remind yourself that you are versatile, and that he'd swore that he'd not do this again. Not anytime soon. but he has learned, that life is not about knowing, having to change, taking the moment, and making the best of it, without knowing what's going to happen next. A chance maybe?

Memoir #12

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