冷たくて暖かくて海水

human beings have to be happy, or they would not be able to exist
humans have to suffer and grieve, or they would not know what happiness encompasses

~ and so i write about you, to grieve

our lives are like walking a path along the beach
the tides washing away our trodden footprints
each foot embossing a soft imprint of our existence
and the next step a proof of possibilities beyond

~ and so i write for you, to be happy

all in the time, of a soft wind chime, a soft chiming wind