This is a tiny death of us

For me being with you will be gone when we part

But I will embrace this pain, knowing it will bring a future embrace

And thus this death will bring our rebirth

Give me a paint stroke over a pixel

the inevitable art in the science of things
the subtle trembling of our humanity
the wondering, the guessing, the messy hopes

For there is beauty in the wandering
And the art of being lost is crushed
under heavy slabs of the concrete