Remember the sea as the shimmer of the sun reflected back upon the images of you and me?
Remember the times when we were free from the restrictions placed on us by this eucatastrophe?
Waves crashed against our shins as we basked in the sun, allowing the violet light to penetrate our skin.
The cut that scarred your chin organizes other memories of us within.
Are we still as free as when we attempted to climb willow trees;
Or, have we entered into a different type of motion-picture reality?
One full of chaos and disorder with those who pledge their blind loyalty to the integrity of what they see to be the greatest threat to all of humanity.