Living in the (exact) Middle of a Lie (Almost)

Red and Blue lines scatter along a page as what we call love exits to what is an oblivion.

I've always felt like there's something laying around the corner, or underneath a bush, with its extremities showing -- pulsating.

And whenever I see a dark cloud in the sky, I thank God for the rain.

And whenever I see snow drifting lightly to the floor, I thank myself for being alive.

And whenever I see the moon, I thank you for always being there each night.

Until Adam grows up and becomes a man, and finally leaves his horticulturist home; we'll all finally wake up, and crawl out from underneath our stones and sticks, and realise that the world is much more than we've ever imagined it to be.

And angels will sing Hallelujahs from the Heavens.