Return to basics, back to things that really matter. Things away from the demands of this fast-paced world. Things that are important. Things that really matter.
Returning to basics. Returning to those precious things. Things that make life a beautiful portrait to look at. Things that are basic. Things unknown to the fast-paced world.
That is the basic.

And how those eyes speak.
It’s about looking above,
And where it all came from.

And how it made him proud.
It’s about wearing that shirt,
And how his hugs meant after.

And how the friendship begun.
It’s about having those chums,
And how you made that leap.


And how you became one.
It’s about spotting differences,
And how you found none.

And how it confuses them. But
It’s about sharing that bouquet of roses,
And how it made one dance – alone.

And how it feels damn good.
It’s about feeling good,
And how it feels damn good.

And...
It’s about finding a family,
And how you are always loved.
It’s about sharing memories,
And how time cherishes them…
…forever.
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