Nothing lasts forever, and love is no exception. Our dreams are the most ephemeral part of our existent. Aspirations create our tangibility, aspirations at a lack will slowly seize creation. Creation as a growth, is an addition to the old. Out with the old, the old dreams because they were what we were, and you were what I was and we all fell in between invisible cracks at one point or another.
To those of you who are saints, and those of you who are sinners. I tip my hats. To those of you who have passed on, I save your phone numbers, knowing only a busy signal waits on your end. Because you are still in my heart, and no, I don’t want to let go. And no, I will never forget. To those of you who watch us wither, and mutilate, and drown. I raise my arms to you, because you are stronger than us. To those of you who have been to hell and back, and are still with us today. I commend you. Because you will not let the journey hold you back. And you do not bind yourself to the perception you created due to the monstrosities committed against you.