Life is scents, scenes, tastes, and color
Life is slow, sad, and lonely, intermittently interrupted by brief clips of love -- what could be
Texture on days that normally lack it
Waking with a stranger in mind
Art of beasts and creatures in the dark
Life is writing to capture a moment that no longer exists
It's quiet solitude and trying new
Rhythm, yours and everyone else's
Holding out hope a few days too long for a connection invented,
reembracing mind, body, creativity to move on.
This is hello and this is goodbye.