Two

Facts are what reside between you and me. Some facts drag you down: Breathe. Some answers justify whatever it is that you want to justify. My interpretations of reality collide with yours. I stand for what I see as true. On the other side of a Calatrava bridge, you hold your own truth. None of us knows for sure and that’s why we keep moving, burning, smiling, melting. We’re here to learn and expand our souls: kaleidoscopic. Our colors don’t have to mix, there’s space for you and me. For colors that make things brighter, not blurrier. It can be nice, for a change.