Pedestrians all are we, searching for one form or another of coupledom, talking about one form or another of love. Life remains a truly crazy show and tell experience of wacky proportions as everything is rippled, everything is widowed. Everyone is encouraged to leap and laugh at the most inappropriate times. There is to much time to linger and loiter in the ethos of fake hope, fake love, fake friendship. Dusk will arrive soon. Truth will arrive soon. What will you say.
Does day frighten you? Do shadows calm you? Is there softness in your dreams?
Questions, questions, always questions.
There are fir trees and rose bushes. There are coffee shops and department stores. There are horses and dairy cows. There is humility and compassion.
Pedestrians all are we, rushing, often rushing and not seeing, rushing and forgetting why we are rushing.
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