In their intimacy, they were free to be strange, free to be weird, which is to say themselves. Being so, being strange, they spent much of days in laugh and jest, leaving light what was meant to and giving weight to what meant more.
They joked, they teased, set pranks of different degrees; and the levity of little things let them better bear the heavier times, emotions, pains: deaths, loss, disappointments—that which can often override and sink a soul when left without the buoyancy of relief and little levities that keep burdened souls afloat.
Together, they rode life’s waves—keeping buoyant in live of the levities when life and souls seemed near to sink.
Together, they lived through and on backside of darkness and rains that overwhelmed, they laughed on in the lightness of after-sky’s lovers’ blue.