Yet the journey

Journey
People meet in between
Sometimes
One gets attached
The vibes
They touch the soul.
Sometimes.

The separation
Is fixed.
And it is
painful.
Sometimes.

The soul s strong.
The journey goes on.
But the imprints remain.
Maybe invisible
Like the sandy shore
Beside a gigantic sea.
Yet each granule
Sometimes
Gather
In an abandoned cottage
Standing, speaking
Of the time
Gone by.
Time stays still there
In those walls
Corroded by time
Still standing strong
In it's own story.
Yet the journey
It continues.
Only sometimes
Some vibes
They touch the soul.