Past couple of weeks have been sobering. It has annoyingly made me toss and think about the transience of life events, direction and ultimately, existence.
Of course, Saving Gaia is probably a greater burden/ cause/ publicity than a person’s selfish wonderment of what can be done better, or just differently. One decision leads to another. I learned that reading Walt Disney books where the development of the story depends on your choice for Mr Scrooge. With books, you can always go to the alternative ending in the book. No question asked.
Sitting at the wake, my eyes warmed to tears that I did not realize that I have for her.
You swam, in synchrony
through the night
In the rush, we dived.
Sorry for not being where,
this night, the night your eternity lies.