Just as the wind needs the dirt and sand to peer no one is formed by things that are of themselves alone. When you realise this, death smells like cherries and harmony swirls around your table. They say that you shouldn’t worry about things you can or cannot change. You see, all you need to get scared is an opportunity, time on your own. But maybe you differ. Maybe you’re free. And there’s love in that, there is death and there are cherries. That passion be kept.