I want to strip my feelings of all rhetoric and metaphors and make it as plain as the open skies. But, even the sky harbors the sun and the truth like the sun is hard to behold.
Perhaps, if we try, we could strain our eyes to see the sun in its glory but such exercise of will only skews our vision and our reality.
The sun, like the truth, is best observed in its radiance upon the creations both green and grey; its sparkle upon the flowers, its guard upon the seasons, its glint upon the oceans and its splendor around the universe.
The truth, likewise, is to be reckoned in such sentiments.
I know the truth could take upon different shades of realities, and still remain true, like a lime sliced along its sections as sour as ashes.
But what is true of me today shall be true of me tomorrow just as the sun mans a region of the world today as it would same time tomorrow.
What I felt for you in the past, returns this season like the sun emerges after completing its circle.
I still have plans for us.