low, fast moving clouds
make me feel
like i'm standing
still on a mountain

wisps of cotton candy
and wind in my hair

there is a change in the air
a slower, colder
turning motion
all around me

my head in the sky
my feet in the sea.

Will part of us live on in others
will our dreams remain
will our love never end
are we infinite?

Space, surely it is infinite
never ending, just like no beginning
we could travel the stars for infinity
but is Space really infinite.

Life, now surely
it's been here for so long
in some form.
Could it exist else where
Mars, Titan, else where
so if Space is infinite
could life be

Ideas, imagination, surely they must be
they make up who we are
they gave us architecture
books, music, art
Ideas and imagination have existed for as long as us
so are they infinite

If none of the others, then surely technology
surely that is infinite
Cars, computers, phones, AI
surely technology will live on
in some form
it must be infinite

HUMANS
If our dreams, our love
If space, if life
If our ideas, our imagination, our technology
If one of them lives on, if just one of them is infinite
then could Humans be infinite

You hurt her? Well then you have also hurt me.
Were you even aware of the damage that you caused? Its extent? Its degree?

You were supposed to love her! Caress her with your every touch!
But in fact your actions differed, very much!

I do not know you personally and you know what?! I do not wish to either.
I see you as nothing more than a sorry excuse for a human being, you pathetic mouth breather.

Does she forgive?
It would not surprise me if the answer to this question is yes.
But with the horrific memories she has to live.
Do negative feelings directed towards herself still lie within? To this day are you prolonging her sense of distress?
You can only surmise and guess.

Lucky for you, she does not seem to be the type to hold a grudge.
Maybe she would prefer to just let God be the one who must judge.

it's becoming easier
to hear your name and feel nothing.
Head and Heart fought a battle that only ended
when the Heart swelled with a Love that hurt to hold,
until the Head's gentle reminder
that this was not Love,
it was Pain.
blinding Pain.
but like all blows to the body and mind
Time crushes Pain into a dull ache, a numbness remaining
long in the Heart after the feeling has gone.
but the Head holds the knowledge that this was not Love.
it was Pain.
blinding Pain.
and it's becoming easier.

Well I've reached the mountains of bliss
and dove along the floors of despair,
yet never have I once found one thing
that can't be loved and that can't be missed.
From the splitting of a family,
to the most romantic first kiss.

What is here will perish
and what is waiting will belong.
And as many that have passed
and for those yet to come,
never again will the beautiful notes
of your soul sing the same song.

So now what is found,
whether it be easy like a waltz through the clouds,
or a grueling crawl along the devil's ground,
appreciate what is transient
and praise what is eternal.
Because what is here now,
will get cast to ashes in infinity's infernal.