Maybe if the wind shifted its direction our souls would be less fractured.
But for now it seems that our remains will be severed from our remedies. Our maladies meet their extremeties and forever less than never our lives will be nothing but dust in the breeze.
Now remember please, that our choices are confusing. Save the formalities for the ceremonies this rigorous ritual we claim to be sentimental our lives that cause stress and our minds that break our souls. Like I said, our lives are nothing but dust in the wind;