Tell me how you feel because I do not know how to act with respect to where you are in your own (nemesis head). We are. A definition placed on weak lips by a magician of sorts, whose own secrets are locked beneath the curling wandering roots of the ancient tree. To speak freely is a curse in a gift given by his spinning hands; to know the truth and to understand its implication. If only for once both me, and too the (I) in you could converse in free form with no barriers laid between by our long rotten ancestors, we could paint each other with our thoughts.