Aashna Bisht

How beautiful it is to think about how everything is fleeting. How the person we once were still whispers through us in ways we move through our days, the places we once longed for that we have now entered, lived in and left behind. In the things we do, chase, our music, feelings, people around us. Knowing how temporary it all is and yet we love, we dream, we wait, we hope, we reach out, we stay a little longer. We keep making these choices for ourselves, again and again, to hold close what is ours only for a while🤍