a heavy drape of thoughts pulls my shoulders down,
like a heavy load of groceries on a cloudy day

the brisk scarf of fall drops around my neck,
while the breeze shatters my knuckles,

but the moonlit river is too beautiful to pass up

my love lubricates my thoughts with hope,

while the only tangible reality,
is the technology that keeps me connected,

because pain and sorrow cannot be proved,

only experienced

compassion jumps through time and dimension without restrictions

it is the only antidote to fear