AF Day 183 - II

FOB Smart at 2230 - Sunday

What shapes our thoughts more than passion? My passion, albeit as a result of the ever-present events transforming around me, is never without end.

In one swift moment they were gone, in an instant his life had changed forever, dramatically, sadly, and without end. Loss was known before, but not to this end nor to this magnitude. Their eyes, forever blind to his passion now, would see not the greatest triumph possible after all. Their breath, now forever bated and withdrawn as though the wind swept away everything right and good in the world, will warm his heart no more. Legacies now indelibly altered as though whispers of sunlight now traded for the shadows of the midnight stars. Walking on in solitude, he forced each step to satisfy the demands of living alone, without them, without their heartbeats, and without the love they once shared. At the path’s end, the end where no light of love shines through the cold, miserable darkness, a stark reality lives on ad infinitum. Reality presupposes an understanding long forgotten and sharply misshapen by the weathering of his life long-lived in excruciating agony. Reality suggests that within the monotonous formations associated with the loneliness prescribed by loss were once, if only briefly, supplicated hands outstretched and grateful for the tender touch shared so lovingly so very long ago. A world without end continues every single day.

143, Kaesen.

Good night and good day.