The winter time air was heavy, harsh, and the roughness filling my lungs with bitterness of the cold that could be felt within my bones.  The rays from the sun bleed color into my world of gray.

Peace, love, all that amounts to sustainable tranquility. Running through fields of countless, questionable intangible emotions, plummeting through the depths of my own conflicting mind. All seemed meaningless, the very things sought to reward myself with some sort of relief from the unbreakable pain.
The shadows closed in around me, and it appears that I've reached the end of my journey without a treasure to claim!

  A mere "soulvenier" of my accomplishments, a reflection of strength and admiration towards mending broken promises that took pieces of me to defy obstacles... OBSTACLES... that challenged me to my breaking point... On play,  pause, and repeat
in order to change!
Was it not good enough?
Was my efforts not good enough?

Looking in the mirror, questioning my identities, searching restlessly, longing internally, in another perspective
my efforts were in vain....


The world calls me by this name... (Matthew, who is this you speak of with a wretched tongue?  The makings of a  man you wish to know?)

A name.... which is meaningless to uphold
Where will it all go from here?
If I left everything behind?