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We sit and listen to each other breathe. It is quiet, deceptively so, and the one thing I can really hear is my heart. Pounding, threatening to escape from my rib cage and dance across you. Curious fingertips and me and you. Are we really here and where will this end up? No one’s really sure, especially not you and me. But we go on, grasping at something in the dark that must be there.

I am glad this is all here, that you are with me and you understand where I am at. You don’t pay attention to my baggage and accept my non-committal nature with a knowing smile. I appreciate you. This is significant. We are afraid and teetering and beautiful. This will surely end in disaster, but it will be a spectacular disaster shot through with beauty and wisdom and innocence.

We will come out of all of it better, stronger. We will be faster in life, running through pastures of experiences, taking in things in a matter of weeks where it takes most months or even years. Look at them, those behind us confused and befuddled with life. We are playing with magic and threatening to collapse the universe in on itself and we don’t care. This is us: here, now, laughing, ignorant, blind, brave, deep.