I know it sounds strange, but I feel as if I am taking your picture, not mine. Or perhaps a portrait of something that might happen between us, the passing of an event sometime in the future. I know it sounds strange, for the point is to be able to see something which isn’t there in any other form.
what is beautiful remains 
Love!
Past, present, future – in motion.
Your brain is super full of all the ways things connect and interchange…is it possible you have space for these musings of image, thought, emotion, words while carrying on with the surviving stuff?