You know, and I know, that we're only pretending. (But fake is sometimes better than the unbearable ache of senseless empty packing a punch and beating you to a pulp.)

We can do this. Stay calm, breathe deep. Just, a little bit of love will do the trick. We'll live in the moment sweeping us off our feet and yesterday and tomorrow and a second from now won't matter as much as the second now.

Our minds will go on fantastical soul vacations. Up or down, left or right, it doesn't matter- Everything will look oh so so exquisitely beautiful.

We'll be glory sunshine dewdrop happy.