You make of what you’ve been given, but making
can end: it’s too late on occasions to
ever may have lasted in previous e-
poxs: illness and happiness in equal pro-
portions are layers of experience
which essence our lives with flavours
and saviours we’d love if we could:
is there: in darkness and light, and light
but mainly darkness: th-
is is all there is.
REALIsaTIon is tough.
I am not.
I have forgotten what
living in love could be.
And what you forgot really does not
hurt that much: if at all; at all it does
not really hurt.
Who are we convincing? No one,
I guess. But the necessary mot-
ions must fly apart and attach to other
ways of being that one day
m: for you and for me, luv.
REALIsaTIon is that.