everything perishes, almost illusional since existence is fragile..
what i cant c is what is real to me..
my thoughts, feelings, hearing, memories, gravity,
more enduring than the everchaging dimensions set around me..
everything perishes, almost illusional since existence is all that I can see
only my soul knows who am I and who i will be..
everything perishes my body may cry…
everything perishes but not I…
Very nice.. :)