Thia post doesn't consist of mindfulness, good thoughts and something smart. These words are a kind of trash again, I'm sorry that this will be in a database that saves all data in a big digital cloud.
I have imagined a lot of digital clouds right now, a beautiful picture in my head, where rain is loosing someone's data. And the trees, flowers, nature that is eating rain water become a new data medium, carriers.
A flower with red petals ate a digital rain drop with a girl's secret. She is trying to find this flower to keep her secret. If she will find it, nobody will know her secret. She has picked all flowers on this green field but nothing — she just has gotten only other's secrets but she didn't find her own... She found the red flower under a big tree foliage of it was made of other's secrets too. She picked the flower and got her secret.
Nobody won't know about it, me and you too. We are nobody for this girl. She is just my imagination that I will forget in twenty minutes, but maybe I will think about this girl for all my long life.