What was the morning, is now the afternoon and the sun sits high above the freshly manicured lawn and intricately planted flowers in the park.

The night time is more peaceful as intuitive squabbles spark in my mind’s eye. Yet, they have nothing to do with me. I know this to be true as I say nothing but notes to three beings of imperfect light.

I love the world as it is.

I love life as it will be.