Punky Fu

As of late, the world had laid heavily upon her body and brow. Consciousness borne of frustration plagued her thoughts and punishments from times lost were still being enacted within. It was not the moment so much as what it represented - deep inside her emotional landscape, now reshaped, it still bore the wounds of Before.

The world had become cold and colorless, like a body rejecting a donated organ that no one wanted now. It was a confirmation of all the worst childhood nightmares. It was an affirmation that this world held nothing for her.

And yet, what was there to do? We can trudge on meaninglessly, lifelessly, and weather the storms as best we can. We can suffer the outrageous slings and arrows of others, hoping for a fatal wound so we could depart this mortal coil, but instead suffering only the debilitating and painful kind that wear us down, each step a little more painful than the last…

Or we can put our focus on the exceptions… losing expectation of all the life lessons before - we can hope and try again. We shed the clothing of yesterday, and with care, put on our new and finest silken black finery.

Hand in hand - we can join with those who can, despite the drama, close the doors and shut the world out for just a little while. Let us immerse ourselves in ideas of each other - the exceptions, the rule-breakers, the love-makers, the dreamers of dreams.

In the new world, hidden perhaps purposely, we will see lovers old and new - dancing to the rhythms dedicated to love and strength and renewal. And you and I will join hands and become a part of this. And this joining will linger on inside our hearts and minds because hope is the gift we give each other with every embrace.