Please please please

Three and half thousand miles apart two people share the same thought at the same time and the premise of distance evapourates in front of them as its steam rises through the same beautiful particles. It all at once becomes real. To be shared. To be held. Within the confines of the bodybag. Discussed internally in moments of bright sunshine. Picture perfect scenes. Moments of clarity. Moments to be experienced, provoked, discussed. The characters are honest. The characters are clinging on and crazy. Pausing in the sidewalk sunshine watching herds of hurried people scurry by. Their faces easily forgotten without names. Figures history is only valid if its known. Bouncing pictures of beautiful serenity between McMurphy's tenderness and my locked eye. Click. Click. Click. Click. Fingers press through screen to hold the others. Fractal images of self interest. Designed to be flawed as nurture draws nature and these parents for one are very much mistaken. These thoughts swept aside for another intertwined crescendo. He once believed that tenderness was developed with the sharing of air. Company time spent bearing witness to shared decisions, opinions and reactions. Where trust builds itself a home in your heart. Growing from tiny seed to tree. Growing for all to see. It built a coffin in his chest. In its grain their name's are etched. For all to see. He needs her there. More than anyone else. For her honesty. Enter a stranger who dreamt of him and his beautiful wife at one of mother's dinner parties. Announcing his baby born jaundiced at a table filled with food. His features dimmed, as yet unknown, the role filled with presumption. Glorious uncertainty. His future was marked in a dusty box labelled now.