The unknown

I think of you and you message or call

An unseen thread, a communication hotline runs between our minds,

Its surreal, it's uncanny,

It's magical 

It's what makes the day special

It's what gives life meaning and purpose.

A hyperbole maybe?

Perhaps a mere series of coincidences that we attribute to something grand and mystical

Is it all randomness defined by unknown and unknowable distributions

Or is it something else?

Something stupid?

Call me maybe? :-) 

MD

Forever

My shoes 

My old things 

Hard to let go and yet perhaps hard for people to see some things get old and dusty

But old is the way life happened

Over time one dust spec following another

All cosmic dust 

The origin of it all

The beginning, the middle, the end

The eternal.

MD