A rock we stepped on wanted us to know something. Clouds pushed on and exuded bright sunlight. We searched for the message and found nothing. Sadly we hurdled inward picking ourselves apart to know fully about the rock.
Love hard. Either you want to or you don’t. There’s a boy on a swing and he’s watching the others play ball. He asks a rock why he can’t play with them. The rock replied, “It’s not up to me.”