The difficulty, in foreseeing impending fatigue,
lies uncomfortably in the presence of emotion.

Clouding any vision of what's not concrete,
like a blindfold, masking anything of curiosity,
from our minds, and our lives.
Making the unknown, a mystery to all.

New ideas will cease to exist,
as everything will stay the same.
Just as love would have wanted.

Solidity in solitude,
and finding it exists.

Compassion in discernment,
where everything, just fits.

A fascination, of incomprehensible thoughts,
winding in, and around your eloquence.
A sense, that lingers in respectable beauty.
An uncontainable, unrestrainable feel.
Anyone would **** to be in the presence,
of this simply complex contingency.

You are my sister, this is true,
no matter what, I'm here for you.
You are my sister, and since the start,
there has been a place for you in my heart.
No matter what you're going through,
I'll back you up, in whatever you do.
We can just sit, and watch a nice view,
or laugh while we drink a brew, or two.
You are my sister, a work of art,
and I hope that we, will never part.

I wish that your holidays, will be filled with cheer,
even if you are left, without any beer.
For as long as your loved ones are kept near,
you should be filled with joy, and left without fear.
All the Christmas carols, that you will hear,
should fill up your homes, and with that each ear.
If you will drink, I hope your mind will stay clear,
So I may wish you a sincere, and happy new year.

I'll be dead by then.
when all hell breaks loose.
And when It does,
Ill be Free.

Holding on so tight, not wanting to let this moment leave.
Like quicksand, or a Chinese finger trap.
The more you try to get or keep what you want,
the faster it will leave, and the harder it will be for you to let it go.