A wild new wind northeasterly blew across all you needed to slow your pulse, send you on a quest deep enough for years. There you looked into the keyhole once again and found yourself distracted by the very heart of all your fears.

Streams of it’s your own **** fault entered both your ears in faint beams of weathered destinations where you danced on frozen lakes. It’s there you realized you had been introduced to the roots which seal a kiss with all of your heartaches.

You ask yourself if it’s harder to abandon the clouds of experience, walk away and rise to see what you can see. While I watch you leave a legacy of tilting windmills on a sunset of phrases and words that breathe in a ceremony only heard by me.