We Lived

Time has no significance without the filling...sort of like, a Crispy-cream without the cream. It is the filling, and not the space... it is what we consume emptiness with, even the dream of substance the juice and the grease before the climb, and downward slide – motion, more important than the direction – failure, less important than have tried... we loved...and then parted... but at least we lived~ bravely hearted!