In this world.

I miss a time where things used to be simpler, where complex situations didn’t 

exist and where I thought I found a world where everything was breathing.

In this world was everything. Sharing the same space. Involving each other in 

actions. Things grew in different directions because curiosity was spawned. Intrigued 

with everything, the definition of everything kept growing.

In this world everything was instant, content, understood. Aligned in such a way 

that dimensions became complete. No matter what skin we found ourselves in, 

we just knew. You recognized it, and so did I.

In this world was everything. And just like that, there was nothing. It was like an 

earthquake that shivered the bottoms of the earth. Shattering only this world, and took 

its energy to the next. Leaving crevices in places where new trees grew.