We are your friends

We are beautiful. Together we shine.
We are loud, we are music. We are dance, dance, all night.
We are permanence, like love, like hope, like time.
We are ephemeral, like wisps of hash smoke,
Exuding like visual poetry from your lips to mine.
We rise and we fall, to the moods of the skies,
To the drone of the planet, to the hum of the cosmos that never dies.

We live, to live hard
We choose it - living hard, over hardly living.
To live, is to keep moving,
We understand this truth.
And we pay homage to it in our dance moves.

We seek moments.
Moments of laughter, boisterous and great.
We take our laughter with a side of stomach ache.
We seek moments of ecstasy, piercing and soulful.
We feed off the lifeforce of numinous truths.
We seek moments of caring, compassion and tenderness.
We bask in the warmth, the buzz, the fuzziness.

And we seek moments of meaning.
Meaning so overwhelming, that words collapse before it.
Meaning so profound, that silence is its true language.
Meaning so meaningful, that there remains nothing to explain,
But simply behold, in totality, in our souls, serene.

We live to love, to be loved,
to make love and to take love.
We love to give, and give to love
And we have confirmed in each other, that there is love.
In one beautiful moment, that we felt simultaneously.
The moment that stretches throughout eternity.
And we now know that love is all, in all, for all.

We have rules, a few essentials.
No fighting. More dancing.
Soul singing. More loving.
Always remember to live deeply,
To live through me as I live through you.
Embraces, funny faces and shared spaces.
Never lose the chance to see a sunrise,
To gaze upon the abyss with its crimson traces.

Together we shall conquer all buzzkills,

We shall wipe away mind-ills.
We are getting ready to launch to the god-head of being
So we may look eternity in the eye, and redeem
What history was all about.
Why? Because we can, and we will.

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