Time was coming and going. Cycles were beginning and ending. There had been joy, but then there was confusion. The years were passing. Had been passing. And things were the same, in some ways. But some things were different.
It was acceptable to say “It was hard to know”.
It was hard to know. Had been hard to know. Was going on, getting harder. To know.
I was given a retaliation. I was given chances. I was given a lifetime of love, and I was told not to make quick decisions. I wasn’t going to.
It was going to come to fruition. The trees were going to bloom. Things were going to change.
And still, we were given questions, no answers. Just passive lives with passive lines that led us where?
We were going to get there, wherever that was.