My Promise

It is cold on the other side of contentment,

so let's all hold one another 'til the warmth comes back again. The cycle will round itself, My Friends,

My Dear. Nothing ends except for the cold-hearted. It just circles back again, rounding us through insight and confusion discovery and loss peace and pain connection and loneliness and, all the while, love sustains, for no lack of warmth can bring an end to that which makes us thrive. So, let's hold, and together we'll go 'round until we see that nothing, yes nothing, ever ends, only changes, for those who love enough to be alive.