Sunny morning.

Still frozen.

But spring is coming.

What you need, is what you should become.

i miss the silence
of your empty
hand

you drive
your face breathing
a white
light into the dark

the snow
falling like ash
on the road

The melody's chased by the rhythm
And thought contemplates finding expression
Form needs to hold onto something
Heaven has got a burning confession
Infinity desires one night with limit
Limit's proposed eternity to creation
Freedom just tied herself to *******
Love had her first taste of destruction