just the sun this once

for once we shall not empty the vessels we have once (re)filled.

for once there shall not be an unreal reality that strays around at night and drags the consciousness along with it as a make-believe day that never truly happened yet sticks in the lack of energy and mental strain of a real (awake) full day.

just for once… as a small gift. An afterthought, even.

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there shall be continuity - in rain or sun.

continuity in want, in being the most real in a dream-like scenario. Continuity in believing it can be something better than we have hoped, imagined, conceived or subconsciously wished for…

as the time ticks by faster than understood yet slow enough to compress events, memories and all kinds of happenings… there’s continuity in in-love.

one day, near a beach somewhere, without the buzz of a city - only the swoosh of the sea - under the sun we shall not be able to wait. As we’ve said. As we’ve spoken. Without words, in written.

written as it is now. In characters that symbolise something we once came to create as a mechanism of communication - I thank all of my ancestors for the opportunity to share love with a single touch on a button… how lucky are we if we stop to think about it?

you’re there.

i’m here.

we’re together.

because of these symbols. Of being human. Of being. Of.

creating is the only path to figuring it out. All of the puzzles that we can come up with will have a solution - destruction is a solution in itself I’ve come to accept. Looking around there are teachings like this one every turn we look. It’s sad, it truly is. But in our simple condition of being it’s all we have and we have more than we will ever need or want.

do something about it. Even if it means doing nothing. Or destruction… as it happens anyway.

but not on that day filled with sun.

near a beach.

where we can’t wait.

not there. not here. not you. not me. Us both.