there comes a day when you stop writing about the the people you love and start moving them in ways they will never see, like earthquakes that will soon separate big ideas of relationships, and create giant mounds of love and care while it rains memories,and shines upon you truth
that even when the only thing that keeps them sane are the carved curves in their forgotten faces from playing tea parties with bunnies full of cotton hearts, and little dolls with googly eyes who reflect hatred beyond their mom washed dresses, and tight pony tails,
knowing that you will be there for every tea party for when they begin to tear no matter how unbearable it is watching them dragged across the floor by 3 year olds who don't know their value
Even if the beloved has set a match to your flying that the game they play you're always cheated since your biggest disability is feeling for the enemy; fresh bread, herbal tea,warm putty, juicy jollyranchers, melted jelly, but always appearing as cold hard metal with a surprise of a blissful colorful taste soothing to the soul on the inside and medicine to the mind.
Don't dive into the pits where many have swam from their lives before.
surface to the realization that though many fish are in the see, they need that someone like you and me.
