Bye-Gone Gems

Cooing Contours, Photo by BradensEye of a little one left early

Emotions are expensive merchandise. The formulation of our feelings represents these fleeting flirtations that linger throughout our living. Gone goodness is rapt in the physics of permanence punting sensations to aethers garden. In order to see the blooms, we must catch the scents in new forms. Giving up the realities we’ve elected to accept is a pricey exchange of need. We’ve got to lose, as it’s part of the game we came to play. We don’t get to make all of the…