Compassion! 1-14-24
How it feels to delve into the details 
To get lost in our memories
    Lost to the corridors of time and human history
There is no sweeter experience
To love our presence, a singularity bound 
by two bodies seeking, yearning to be heard and understood.
    What more could we ask for?
I appreciate your time because it’s the most precious thing we can never return to
How unique of an experience it is to share, with another human being, our stories - as we chart our own tale - through time in this present moment.

How will we remember this? Mine shall differ from yours. But that difference is sacred. 
We are the divine drivers in this race to which there is an uncertain finish line.
We wonder when this liminal space will collapse to a finite end, but the idealist in me wants it never to.

This sweater of confidence is a lie but there’s a single string that ties this together, us, together?
However long this thread has us connected I promise to be wrapped in the veil of our discourse and entrammeled in the complexities of our combined chaos.
 What more is there to do? What’s left in this world, this nasty world,
 but compassion.