fall like we fell with the moon in orbit, like when we chose there’s no free will, like when we aged to stresslessness because we now know death ain’t no thang. I’ll miss you when you’re gone, so let’s dwell in the positive, giving all we can to this life, if only i could hold you in my arms once again when we were young. lover of guns i ask you to empathize with the lives you take, treat yourself better so the golden rule works. mellifluously our lips touch; happiness: anticipation with a guarantee of fulfillment. challenge your mind, leave the comfort zone, push yourself to greater heights. wear what’s bright like old ladies in purple, like Copernicus, like she who will explain consciousness and allow us to expand our minds to the extent that we stop destroying our planet and each other. weeping for those who didn’t make it, terrified i might not either, rejoicing when we do together and we can exhale and bask in brilliant silent sunlight.