Lets pretend that everything is alright. We will close our eyes and imagine that we are atop a great tower, looking out on a great expanse of lush grass to where the cordillera of the worlds' edge bursts into the sky. Here we sit and bask in the golden rays of a great and bright sun. We talk, listen, cry, embrace, cry out in joy, and moan in sorrow, all at once. We are one. We are connected. Holding hands doesn't seem enough as our souls extend tiny invisible tentacles; curling and grasping and feeling each other. Everything we know is blown like tumble weeds, and as the silence of the world outside creeps over our gentle minds and threatens to take us into the dark, it is shattered by a sudden cacophany of lights and heralding harps, trumpets, and violins that rise above every sound in the universe and drowns us in the music.
We are all in this together. Every single one of us.
