Ever felt how fast we move? How unconsciously we float away? Ever felt the wind feels to swipe past while you stand still. Alone. Devoid of any thoughts but still feel the hustle of the rush? This poetry collection, I hope, finds you all safe and well. HFSyllables x ----- Not that it matters, but for those who believe in the number game: # 1: song-collection: 2021-6-12 till 2021-6-28 #3: songwriting: 2021-1-8 #101: double #288: songwriting #115: verses: 2021-6-18