An Utopian Halleluah

I've undergone a transformation beyond my wildest imaginings.

There comes a point in everyone's life where letting go becomes a necessity for forward movement. Losing something seems inherent to gaining something else—some do it by choice, while time enforces it on others.

In my case, the catalyst was the cat's curiosity. Though time played its part, comprehending and visualizing the entirety of my 'glorious past' remains a struggle. While I acknowledge its irretrievability, I occasionally entertain fantastical notions of time reversal in the quantum realm.

There's solace in sipping coffee on the beach, the waves' soothing cadence offering a picturesque recapitulation of time, patterns in space, and gravity's pained dance.

That marked the end of one era and the commencement of another. Ruth, the ROOH, my muse and the architect of my existence—credit for all that I became and everything I did not, goes to her timeline interwoven with mine. She sculpted me into a human; a void preceded her influence. It was then she evolved, seamlessly integrating into my life. I've borne witness to life's grandeur and the soul's vibrancy, singing Utopian hallelujahs to the untold stories. The transformation is a constant wonder—Ruth has made a poet out of me. She pervades every form and matter; I discern no patterns but the heavenly one. Ah, such a delicate soul. The process was gradual, taking years for me to fall in love with her. I nurtured thoughts in time and space for eternity; no one could love her as I do.

In her absence, every part of me filled with her essence, suffocating my anarchic self. She has become a continuation of everything I hold dear.

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