Authored: September 20, 2018

Fast forward through so much emotion
A cacophony of human sentiment
The dream of falling through clouds
Feeling the sun's rays on my body
An occlusion front of warmth and cold.

Love is closeness
Above the clouds I could fly, arms outstretched
Below the clouds I was weighed down by your eyes
In your eyes, the coldest Winter
You were the best pessimist.

We made our history, in words
You made your own by action
I wondered
A history of rich beauty and dark foreboding
There's no epiphany as the fog descends.

Fast forward through so much
A beautiful lie of sweet surrender
The dream of never stopping
I found myself flying above the fog.

We made our history with definitions of love
But not of closeness.