Transient

Life was beautiful but what had come on him that he saw skeletons when he viewed human beings?Rust when gold?Death while in union with his lover?

Life had seasons,he knew.This season was not taught in schools,not written in history and could not be shared with the second person. This was personal.This was suffering.

Underneath the turmoil lied a Catharsis knocking on Salvation.The mind,body and soul were transforming causing pain as life is not fleetingly beautiful but eternally so.

Life is beautiful,he could gleen. Now he had to eternally know.