The twine sides of the Golden Threads shimmers above the inky abyss. Raining tears of pure starlight baptise me with your grace. Wash away my iniquities, calm my passions that burn with the lust of a thousands suns, and replace them with the tender lullaby of the moons.
Allow me to be born again. Allow me to wake in a sea of clouds, painted by the daily promise of many hues. Let me be able to taste the sweetness that grows, away from any lemons that dares to moan, and break the shackles.
Allow me to drift.
Not the best of days today. I just wish I could let go of all that burdens me.