We were sitting on hills of purple; talking about how life had just begun. Now I think of how that moment can’t be outdone.
Because the skies just change and without you here it feels so strange to act like I don’t fear. Yes, without you here, it’s become so clear, that’s it’s all just a waste of time and it frustrates me to go in such a straight line that’s flawed by simple design!
Some things are complex.
…We’re not just objects.
And someday these rose specs will unfortunately shatter– that’s when I hope it doesn’t matter that we’re all deceivingly alone in this world we call our home.
Praise to you all!
With the most of love, J.Schay
