On wings of expelledΒ Β vapour did they venture beyond the hangings of gravity and they ascended to heights that blended with thoughts of fulfilment.
Wisps were expelled till exhalation was exhausted, and slowly what arose descended to it eventual beginnings. But declining was harder than was imagined.
Pain elevated as the friction of reality swept over, and where the vapour once filled there interior now only emptiness did eviscerate the stable mentality and wished only to ascend again.
*"Beauty of a dream, that is a nightmare of reality,