◟♡◞ If only we were paper airplanes, we would fly away, to a very beautiful place, where life waits. But unfortunately we weren't close to the paper plane, but could still fly away on a rocket ship someday. Or we could just fold our lawn, then point it through the window and there goes his paper plane; into the unknown. We live in heaven, yet remain conscious. Immerse in cell phones and social media the wealth of nature is ignored. So open your eyes and listen with that ear. Stop bombing neighbors and rob poor people. The love of life embraces nature and makes the most of what providence has provided for us all. Just as it is like a flower blooming on the ground of life's sacred ground, the torn paper that becomes a note upon the shaking of the flower because of the paper plane. Writing worn-out memories on ancient paper in brown, he said once occasionally recalled with @Hunniji. ♥️ t.me/brithian